Good morning! It’s not Monday anymore – how awesome is that?! (In case you were wondering: Very).
Tuesdays are always fun for me around here because I never know what we’re going to talk about until I actually sit down at my computer. Thanks to the magic of the internet and the WordPress scheduling button, Wordful Wednesday and WoW Friday posts are sometimes prepared ahead of time (when I was reading “Longbourn” I had tatterdemalion scheduled and ready to go for days before it went live) but Tuesdays are usually made up as I go along.
Except for today.
I’ve been looking forward to talking about the Veronica Mars movie with you Wonderfuls ever since I got my tickets to the opening night screening early last week!
Except here’s the thing.
We’re not actually going to talk about the Veronica Mars movie today. (For a review of the television series the movie is based on, you can read this post, and for a spoiler-filled, fan-girl discussion of the movie plot, you can read the Comment section of this post). Instead, we’re going to talk about what happened after the end credits rolled.
After seeing the movie, I felt the same way that I did after seeing Maroon 5 in concert last summer – completely thrilled and happy and wanting to share my experience with you, and also completely convinced that, unless you loved Adam Levine the way that I did, we wouldn’t really have much to talk about. Being in a relationship with Adam and his falsetto is a very specific kind of fandom, and wanting to be Veronica Mars when you grow up is too.
You can try to explain the show to people (To my cousin: “Kristen Bell is a detective … in high school. She’s awesome”. To my coworker: “All of these horrific things happen to Kristen Bell at the beginning of the series … and they make her awesome.”) but until you can show them an episode and see their facial expression after they’ve watched it, you just don’t know if they’re going to truly appreciate its place of importance in your life.
All of which is a long way of saying that I feel like I made 60 or 70 new best friends last Friday, and I miss them all horribly. And I think the fact that we live in a world where that kind of communal bonding experience – over fictional characters! who happen to be female! and feminist! – is possible is about seven kinds of awesome.
What do you think? Have you ever been moved by a work of art – a song or a story or a really beautiful sunset – with a group of people? And did experiencing those emotions together make them more powerful? Or do you connect with things more personally when you’re on your own? Tell me all about it in the Comments!
Wordful Wednesday will be here tomorrow! And yes, I have the word picked out already. It’s no tatterdemalion, but it’s pretty darn good. See you then!