Rob and I are into different things, pop-culture-wise. I could subsist on a steady diet of Golden Girls, Blue Rodeo, and Empire Records. It’s as though my tastes arrested at age 24. Anything before then? I can practically recite by heart. After that? Not so much. It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just that… I’m not actually sure why.
This is why I’m very glad to be married to Rob. He keeps me in the loop, and he introduces me to things I might otherwise have overlooked. It’s not only time-wise, either, it’s… expanding-my-horizons-wise. When we met we had some things in common – for example we both loved the British version of Whose Line Is It Anyway?. I knew who Stephen Fry was from that, even though he only appeared in three episodes over the years. I knew absolutely nothing else about him. Rob introduced me to Jeeves & Wooster, Fry & Laurie, QI, and, later, Stephen Fry In America (please watch that. He hypnotizes a lobster).
This past week, we watched this:
It was incredible. I have had students with bi-polar. I know people whose family members are manic depressive. This documentary just describes things exactly so, in my admittedly limited experience.
Now – speaking of Golden Girls, I must go. I’m watching the episode where Rose’s blind sister sets the kitchen on fire. The suspense is killing me!
I don’t know why, but I am thrilled that Rob introduced you to such British classic comedy. I guess it pleases me somehow when another person shares the same sense of humour or can appreciate the utterly silly yet deft intellectual wit of certain British artists. Fry also played Oscar Wilde in the movie “Wilde” – a gorgeous and poignant performance. IMHO, Fry has great depth as an actor. He is also an accomplished author. I have read several of his books but only seem to own one at the moment, an autobiography titled “Moab is my Washpot.” Love the man. (Also adored and watched every.single.episode of the original WLisA.