“He can trouble ME all he wants!”
Quoth Kelly Taylor, bitchy and bershon queen blonde of Beverly Hills …
Oh, Internets, the Brenda Years have returned! After many tiresome months of nothing but those latter-day, non-canon episodes with people I don’t know and plots I never followed — the years when I wasn’t watching, and Melrose had already come and gone — they’ve started over. And if you have a TiVo (and/or don’t have a job), happy days are here again!
Yesterday I watched a very very early ep, in which Brenda (who hadn’t had her teeth bonded yet) first laid eyes on Dylan (who was already like forty and getting power alleys and forehead wrinkles), and Kelly (who sported a short red shoulder-padded jacket and tall shorts) goes “Dylan McKay … what I would DO to go out with him!” with sexx-ay relish, and Brenda’s all (backwards hick-from-Minnesoter-y) “I don’t know, I’ve heard he’s trouble” (note that we are to understand the motorcycle he rides as the signifier for Dylan’s baddness, which baddness is the signified — don’t say I didn’t learn anything in kollege — hey, Prof. Schamus!), and Kelly (exxperienced California-girly) goes “He can trouble ME all he wants,” as if A) that would actually be very much trouble at all — I mean, the guy does still show up for high school every day and isn’t a druggie and doesn’t pressure sophomore virgins to do it with him in cars or stank-ass abandoned houses, unlike the yet-to-arrive-on-TV Jordan Catalano, about whom I have REAMS of as-yet-unwritten blog posts, believe you me), and B) as if those BH rich kids haven’t all “troubled” each other more by third grade than anyone from my high school had by age 25.
Oh MAN, I love this show …
Oh, Internets, the Brenda Years have returned! After many tiresome months of nothing but those latter-day, non-canon episodes with people I don’t know and plots I never followed — the years when I wasn’t watching, and Melrose had already come and gone — they’ve started over. And if you have a TiVo (and/or don’t have a job), happy days are here again!
Yesterday I watched a very very early ep, in which Brenda (who hadn’t had her teeth bonded yet) first laid eyes on Dylan (who was already like forty and getting power alleys and forehead wrinkles), and Kelly (who sported a short red shoulder-padded jacket and tall shorts) goes “Dylan McKay … what I would DO to go out with him!” with sexx-ay relish, and Brenda’s all (backwards hick-from-Minnesoter-y) “I don’t know, I’ve heard he’s trouble” (note that we are to understand the motorcycle he rides as the signifier for Dylan’s baddness, which baddness is the signified — don’t say I didn’t learn anything in kollege — hey, Prof. Schamus!), and Kelly (exxperienced California-girly) goes “He can trouble ME all he wants,” as if A) that would actually be very much trouble at all — I mean, the guy does still show up for high school every day and isn’t a druggie and doesn’t pressure sophomore virgins to do it with him in cars or stank-ass abandoned houses, unlike the yet-to-arrive-on-TV Jordan Catalano, about whom I have REAMS of as-yet-unwritten blog posts, believe you me), and B) as if those BH rich kids haven’t all “troubled” each other more by third grade than anyone from my high school had by age 25.
Oh MAN, I love this show …
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