"There are so many different ways to be connected to people"
Or maybe it's because I'm watching My So-Called Life again, and I am transfixed by it. My past few free evenings have created a bubble of 1994. I had wondered how well it had aged, and it still hit me the way it did the first time, hard across the chest so it was hard to breathe for a while. I'm a different person now, though, so, while I still love Jordan Catalano, I finally realized why all my friends were pro-Brian Krakow.
I don't know where the show was headed before cancellation. The final episode has so many unfinished stories.
You remember--it was the one with the letter:
But it also ended exactly right, with Angela riding off with Jordan, watching Brian out of the window, knowing he actually wrote it.
It was a perfect, perfect encapsulation of what is terrible, tragic, horrific, wonderful, amazing, and inspiring about being a teenager.