The last scene of The L Word tonight was the best the series has ever been. I'm still blown away. I'm debating running to the tv right now to try to watch it again, but it's probably already finished.
and the real reason I'm posting . . .
Earlier this weekend, I started ruminating about Passion, which is a Sondheim musical, for those non-musical theater people reading this. I love the songs, but hadn't watched it in years, and became convinced that I needed to watch it again, that some cosmic voice was sending me guidance by saying, "this is what you need right now". So I did, and I still don't understand why Georgio falls in love with Fosca. Every one of her actions until after Loving You was manipulative and stalktastic, and I don't think I could ever love someone who treated me like that. I'm not saying things with Clara were perfect; I agree that she was holding back and preventing them from loving each other completely. I just don't think either is the answer. If I had to choose, however, I'd pick Clara. Hell, I would have filed a PPO from the phrase, "My dearest Fosca". So now I'm wondering if I'm just too fucked up to be as deeply in love with someone as Fosca says she is, or if I'm just experiencing a healthy sense of self preservation. God, I ask for guidance.
Maybe what it all comes down to is that Passion is a translation of a french story (it was french, right?), and maybe it's some cultural value that I'm just not socialized to believe in. or maybe I can stop minimizing my concern, and actually reflect on the situation as it presented itself to me. Well, I'm going to continue this argument with myself away from the keyboard. Goodnight, all.