Fluff

Sometimes I miss silly things like watching the cheesy Taiwanese soap Meteor Garden. Sanchai's life was sooooo pathetic, it almost made me feel good about mine. Every episode she was faced with exact same dilemma - lack of money - and it was always being solved the same way - buff, super-hot, super-rich boyfriend bailing her out. Not very pro-feminist, I know, or pro-logic even, but that's entertainment. There seems to be this unwritten rule about art - the more it imitates life, the more like art it is. Could be why all the "serious" movies are so downright depressing. (Ugh, just had a Don't Want to Sleep Alone flashback. Shudder.) I have nothing against serious movies; occasionally, I even like some of them (Good Night, and Good Luck comes to mind), but for the most part, give me things that are just a degree off of reality. Every day, I'm enslaved by my real life and it does not enthrall me. Why on Earth would I use my downtime to watch other people living lives they don't enjoy either? To each their own, but give me a healthy dose of fluff anytime.

Final thought: Of course, if Sanchai was a real person, she'd be wholly pathetic.