Dear 21 Jumpstreet,
Thank you for teaching me so many life lessons this past weekend, including being molested isn't the same as having leukemia (that is a pretty close quote of dialogue, no lie) and fat girls who don't get dates are threats to the prom. And when the afro-mentioned girl DOES show up to the prom, it is only to light the joint on fire. And then be pitied.
My time Sunday was not wasted. Sadly, I mean that.
The thing is, even though the episode about the girl being sexually abused by her father was WAY dramatic, when Sherilyn Fenn (who has aged well, I have to say. I mean, that episode was over 20 years old and she still pretty much looks like that) is walking down the beach talking to my love Johnny Depp about how they told her that it wasn't like she had cancer or was going to die, it was an aha! moment for me. I was appalled at first that they could say that but then I think I understood what it meant.
Even though this terrible thing had happened to her, it didn't mean that she was defective. It didn't mean there was something inherent inside that couldn't be addressed or healed. She would struggle, she would need time, but she was still whole and worthy and good and lovable.
There was a cure.
I am awed at how much of my life has been shaped by television. And while there are huge chunks of time I wasted watching made up life and scenarios, sometimes it helped. Sometimes it does teach you and bring you some comfort. And anything which acts as a vehicle to bring Johnny Depp into my home is essentially divine.
So here is to hoping that Hulu puts the other seasons of 21 Jumpstreet on its website. And that all of us realize that when it's hopeless, a decision's what we need. We better be ready to Jump!
21 Jumpstreet!
Love, Sherry
p.s. I still love you Johnny. Even though you kept saying okey dokey. I was delighted to have spent the day with you.
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