|failed selfie from the Zombie days|
|They still thought they could win, silly kids!|
With age has also come new viewing pleasures. Once we were a screen-free family, when the kids were still of toilet-top nursing age. It was only a year ago that we ventured in to Wii territory. And only a few years ago that video games (educational only!!) crossed the digital threshold of our home. But now, with zombie-mom holding court, it's been the Summer of Screens. It's disturbing for me to watch them watching; I'm squirming. But I'm really not bringing anyone to a life-guard-free Millfoil Lake where I'm the only person responsible for these precious lives. So what are we doing? Coyote: Mine Craft, like legos online. And Blue and I: Buffy the Vampire Slayer!
When Buffy came out, someone described it to me in breathless tones of over-excitement: a blond cheer-leader-type highschooler kills vampires in Southern California. Sounded way too gimicky for me. And then a few years ago I was listening to Ira Glass (of "This American Life" on NPR) chat with Peter Sagal from NPR's Wait,Wait, Don't Tell Me. And Ira was saying that his wife liked Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And... I remember I was driving and I was near the corner of White and Cedar and I nearly drove off the road because IRA IS NOT GAY! Holy Moley on Stick! My whole world exploded and turned upside down. Anyway, I then began to reconsider Buffy. And there it is on Netflix. And so we began the Summer of the Slayer.
I also appreciate that the main characters usually portray great integrity in their interactions, unless they're the one doing the learning in that episode. Buffy doesn't go to the dance with Xander because she doesn't like him like that. Willow doesn't go with Xander because she doesn't want to be a Buffy-substitute, even though she does like Xander.
|Buffy Blue's last time in my antique debutant dress|