Dawson's Creek never gets old. Not ever. Especially the eight-millionth time around. I'm not even joking. I started watching season one over the weekend, and am wrapping it up tonight.
I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said this was the fifth or sixth time I've watched the series in its entirety. It's my comfort television. It's like sitting on the couch eating bon-bons. Only I'm sitting on the couch eating Sour Patch Kids and baby dill pickles straight from the jar, with a laptop in my lap and a cat curled at my feet.
I love life.
And all of that teen angst and all of those large words do nothing to deter me from watching three, sometimes four, episodes in a row.
These 15- and 16-year-olds are far too intelligent for their own good, and they get themselves involved in life situations far too complex for reality, but that is its appeal.
Who doesn't love a good love triangle between Dawson, Joey and Jen, only to watch it switch to Dawson, Joey and Pacey, after Pacey loses his virginity to his high school English teacher and Jen gets sent away from New York for getting caught in bed with a guy at 12-years-old.
Not to mention cute, gay Jack and his crazy sister Andie, and the time Joey gets mugged in college or when she falls in love with Kate Hudson's brother or spends a summer on the True Love with Pacey.
Love it. Love!
I'm serious. I feel like I'm hanging out with my high school pals, only in high school we weren't all beautiful and dating each other ruthlessly.
Nothing like a good WB teenage drama series to make a woman feel alive.