Missing My So-Called Life
I’ve always loved T.V. Happy Days, Reading Rainbow, a long line of gritty crime dramas. I was the only kid (besides my brother) that I knew of who was allowed to watch Johnny Carson before bedtime. “Just the monologue, then I promise I’ll go to sleep, Daddy.”
Still, though there’s enough room in my heart for a sick amount of network, cable, HBO and Showtime programming, only a certain handful of those shows can actually shut my little ticker down and make it bleed pure joy and sadness all at once. My So-Called Life (ABC, 1994-1995, may she rest in peace) is one of those heart-rending shows.
