The more you know
So watching House the other night, I had one of them there Realizations: If I were watching this show back when I was fifteen, I’d’ve been ALL ABOUT blond prettyboy Chase, the Aussie who seems to feel that shampoo is frankly just not his bag. I might – MIGHT – have spared a thought for Wilson, because fifteen-year-old me has a lovely fireplace in her heart stoked with undying lurve for Dead Poets Society and everything in it except for Meeks and that douche that says “Let Keating fry!” right before he gets his clock righteously cleaned by … oh hell, was it Josh Charles, or Douchebag of the Future Ethan Hawke? Help me out here.
ANYWAY. Point is, Chase looks like a poor man’s Cary Elwes, and that was my type way back then. Blonde, fine-featured, foreign accent, harmless postadolescent prettiness. But now that I know what use those guys are (specifically: none. They are of none use.), 35-year-old me, faced with the buffet of hotness that is House, M.D., would prefer to cut herself a nice big old slab of House himself.
With, ok, a side of
Labels: balls o'clock a.m., movie rules, The more you know, they ain't takin the TEE-vee, things that are great, unholy obsessions, way too old for this kind of shit anymore
posted by Gleemonex at 11:09 AM
6 Comments:
Lisa Cuddy is hot, always.
I am not adding to the perfection you versed here, I'm just here applaud.
It was Charlie (Nuwanda) Dalton who decked the redhead dork.
Nice post.
(Zinny M)
NUWANDA! Yes, that was it. Thank you!
PSP: Love to love you, baby. :-)
UH: I'd see your Cuddy, but raise you a first-season Cameron (pre-bleach, pre-sophomore-season-skeletor).
OH! And let us not forget, Sela Ward. We must never forget.
I'm going to have to stick with Cuddy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHu-bwf2E0I
I'm sorry. You lose.
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