stupid fucking mainstream media notions of romance and love.

Ah... romantic love. My most favorite TV Crush these days, surpassing even my adoration for the quirky Grissom has become Joe Dubois/aka Jake Weber. Last nights episode of "Medium" tugged my pathetic heart strings in much the same way as the season finale did. Yes, I cried. And it was all because of Jake Weber's portrayal of what? ...quiet panic as he struggled with the possibility that he might never see his wife again? ...his facial expressions were better than anything he said. ...the addition of the accent & shaggy touchable hair doesn't hurt either...
I am just completely wrapped up in this show. I started watching it because it combined two of my favorite things, dreaming/fantasy/paranormal and crime shows. Yay. However, what brings me back week after week is the interaction between Arquette (whom I have loved forever & ever) and Weber. The whole marriage/family/career thing... I love it. The whole show works for me.
Last night though, I watch this shit & I always find myself thinking.... Damn. Damn, damn, damn. ...does love like that exist? How unfair is it that we're tricked into thinking that it does? How stupid am I when I realize that the man sleeping next to me probably would be panicked in much the same way to think about never seeing ME again... it's just not so artsy & lovely as fantasy land makes it seem. Reality seldom is.
It exists, I guess. That Big Love, I mean. It just doesn't come with that soft touchable hair and that accent, dammit. It does, however, come with dirty socks and dirty dishes and the same old fucking food on the table week after week so that after awhile you don't know what you're more sick of... cooking it or eating it... it comes with too many bills and too many hours spent at jobs and kids and the dog and... And it so easily gets overwhelmed by ALL of this because it doesn't wrap up neatly in under an hour.

...romantic love...
Still, I feel cheated.