It’s just sad now.
You know why it’s sad? Because nothing Lucas said was an enemy of what Charlie said. Jim and Hallie aren’t enemies. And there is no reason we can’t have everything we want, if only everybody would stop jerking off about it in public.
I wrote a story, few years back, about how tough it is to be married, that first year, and how it gets better. I wrote a story about how into my husband I am now, and before it was published I said something along the lines of, “Are you fucking the sandwich girl at your office?”
Because if he had been, that would have been embarrassing. “This is our fabulous relationship,” and the next day we’re divorced. Nothing’s ever just your story, and this is why the first person is called that. It’s the first person, not the only person.
All of which is to say: FUCK JIM. Really. Fuck him and his need to find something wrong about Hallie, to make a stand about something that doesn’t need standing, to make something a fight that doesn’t need to be a fight. Like Lucas and Charlie, like Will and the gossip columnist the first year.
Everybody’s so goddamn threatened all the time. Everybody running around making it all about who wins, as if the lesson of the world these days isn’t primarily that there doesn’t need to be one winning vision but a thousand. I find myself wanting to call up Sorkin and say it’s okay, it’s okay.
It’s okay to care about what you care about and let everybody else care about what they care about, and nobody needs to be dumber or poorer or more afraid because somebody else cares about something else. It’s all okay. There’s room for all of it, and the way I know that is that there’s a whole Internet full of wonderful people who’ve spent years teaching me that for free.
Quick takes: I was never into Will and Mack and their thing, and suddenly I am. Because I do lots of things for somebody’s approval, and half the time that person barely notices, and sometimes I wonder how hard I’m kidding myself.
And the wedding got me, because I’m sap. When Mr. A and I got engaged, after we got done telling our fucking board of directors because obvs they should find out before my parents, after we called everyone we knew, he asked when I wanted to do it and I said tomorrow, City Hall? He’s an only child, though, and so we had a Catholic pageant with a giant dress and tailcoats, which my grandparents liked a whole lot.
Maggie’s boyfriend feeling like he comes in second? Maggie’s boyfriend needs to get over it. Everybody comes in second to somebody. Deal, asshole. Also I don’t like his scraggly face.
Don and Sloan, though? THE CUTEST. Like I said, sap.
Something I never really noticed or appreciated before: How much Reese loves Will. He gives Will bad advice and worries about the wrong stuff but he does it because he loves Will, truly and deeply. Reese doesn’t want to be a good guy but he is, in spite of himself.
Hey show, you have two episodes left. That Charlie/Leona flashback episode, I trust that it is coming.