So anything that was even a little more complicated than OTPing to such a degree was something I tended to like.
I agree that I'm tired of the HEA endings, or at least what the current definition of "happily ever after" entails. I also hate the idea that anyone has just one love of their life and will never be happy again.
I think my grandmother's a good example. She's been married three times. One she divorced, the other passed away and the third she's still with. And yes, she loved her second husband - but she also loves her third (who she knew from high school but never dated, oddly enough) and they're both the love of her life in a way. And I imagine she thinks about the husband she lost every day, but she also thinks about the husband she has and loves every day, too. Life happens and you do have to get back out there again and live.
I come from a family where everyone has been divorced, so I resent any implication that somehow you can only have one love of your life or that if you marry again either you're marrying someone who's second best or your previous relationship "didn't count" or "wasn't real love".
I think I would've liked the premise of John's immortality in New Amsterdam if it a) hadn't come from such a problematic place and b) had examined and owned up to it's fuckedupness (not a word, I know).
And if they hadn't tried to stick a mediocre cop show in the middle of it, that would've helped, too. :)
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Date: 2009-11-30 12:27 pm (UTC)I agree that I'm tired of the HEA endings, or at least what the current definition of "happily ever after" entails. I also hate the idea that anyone has just one love of their life and will never be happy again.
I think my grandmother's a good example. She's been married three times. One she divorced, the other passed away and the third she's still with. And yes, she loved her second husband - but she also loves her third (who she knew from high school but never dated, oddly enough) and they're both the love of her life in a way. And I imagine she thinks about the husband she lost every day, but she also thinks about the husband she has and loves every day, too. Life happens and you do have to get back out there again and live.
I come from a family where everyone has been divorced, so I resent any implication that somehow you can only have one love of your life or that if you marry again either you're marrying someone who's second best or your previous relationship "didn't count" or "wasn't real love".
I think I would've liked the premise of John's immortality in New Amsterdam if it a) hadn't come from such a problematic place and b) had examined and owned up to it's fuckedupness (not a word, I know).
And if they hadn't tried to stick a mediocre cop show in the middle of it, that would've helped, too. :)