I’ve been watching a lot of New Girl lately. And by that I mean, a fortnight ago, when season
two came up on Netflix, I watched them all in about three days and since then
have been sporadically watching episodes of season one and two, just because I
love it that much. I know it’s a sitcom, but sometimes it’s just so weird and
ridiculous that it’s slightly more realistic, or maybe relatable, than most
sitcoms we see these days. So lets just jump right in.
the prime example of the superb and goofy platonic friend. He just
brightens my life, that Schmidt. So Jewish. So douchy. So perfect. We all need
this person in our lives that we can love despite the amount of times we want
to hit them every time they say something. Several people come to mind in my
real life, when I think of my “Schmidt” friend. For instance one of my best
friends, whom we shall call John because that is his name, has several quotes
that are supremely “Schmidt”-esque. An instance (and my personal favorite)
occurred one morning when he, my other best friend Melissa, and I were about to
make a glorious breakfast at my house. The interchange went like this.
Me: “All right John, we’re making fruit salad,
pancakes and bacon. Which one do you want to do?”
John: “I can cook the bacon, because all men have
an innate ability to cook breakfast food.”
If there had been a douche-bag jar, he would have
owed it at least $5.00 easily.
like ditzy girls, but always appreciate the ‘adorkable’ goofball who can always
be her honest self, and also a good friend.
Obviously I’m referring to Jess in this example. But the character
of Jess has really taught me a lot about walking that fine line of being a good
sport and super easy-going, but also having boundaries when it comes to living
with three guys. Sure she’ll play fun and cumbersome drinking games like True
American with the guys, but she doesn’t stop being whimsical and girly and
won’t ditch out on her BFF, Cece. Sometimes I find myself in situations where
I’m hanging out with just guys. In these times, I can always talk about
specific things that I enjoy along with them (i.e. Lord of the Rings and Star
Wars), and even be open with them about other guys and personal problems and
blah, blah, blah. However, when they turn on a sports game I’m not going to
pretend that I care because I would 100% much rather go home and catch up on my
Pinteresting (which is a verb, I promise).
is key in life. Nicks a grumpy, college drop out who works at a bar.
Schmidt is a cocky Jew (lol) that seems to be the most financially successful.
Winston is black… and a former pro-basketball player. Cece is exotic and an intensely
striking model of Indian heritage.
And Jess is from Portland, Oregon.
If that isn’t a well thought-out cast of
characters then I don’t know what is.
the one you belong with has been around the whole time. It took so long for
Jessica Day and Nick Miller to finally get together. Jess was always dating
total hotties that were, in my opinion, not quite human enough for her.
Meanwhile Nick just dates all of the worst women ever: Julia the lawyer,
Caroline the manly-looking ex, and freaking Angie the dumber-than-a-brick
stripper (sidenote: the fact that Angie is a stripper has nothing to do with
her competence; it is merely a coincidence). Ughh! They’re all awful. Jess is
his best by a million. When they finally kissed, it was just magic. In the
first episode of season 3, Jess and Nick fled to Mexico to be “all in”. I’m not
going to lie I was definitely skeptical and slightly frightened for the future
of the new season. I was wondering if it was a dream sequence. I found myself
waiting for Nick to take out his copy of Dante’s Inferno. Yes, yes that’s a Mad
Men reference to its season 6 premiere. BAM I’M SUCH A TELEVISION DIVA. But
I’m also digressing.
Basically what Jess and Nick’s inevitable romance
has shown me is this: since I started here at CNU, I’ve made almost daily trips
to the campus coffee shop to re-fill on java. In this period of two and a half
semesters, a very cute, soft -spoken, upperclassmen male has many times been
the person who made my coffee. Always with a smile on his face, he takes my
order, kindly asks, “will that be on your dining dollars or captains cash”, and
makes me a perfect cup of coffee. So who are we kidding, coffee guy?? Lets end
this madness! Run away to Mexico with me where we can live on the beach and
eventually be eaten by land sharks, all in the name of LOVE!!
But if not, I’m very okay with you just being very
adorable when you hand me my grande coconut coffee everyday.
But you know… think about it.
Well there you have it!
I always say you should write about what you know.
Well I watch entirely too much television because I love it and I can. So every
time I can make comparisons of the wonderful world of sitcom to real life, you
better be damn sure I will.