OK, I’m sorry, but I can’t help it that the week I picked to dedicate to Doctor Who is the week pop culture decided to explode. So I’m kind of done with The Doctor for now. Also, blame Katherine, this one is all her fault.
And we’re talking prime time soaps again. (Sort of.)
See, Katherine posted on facebook today that Jennie Garth and Luke Perry are developing a shopping a sitcom together.
Obviously, this is one of the greatest things to ever happen in the history of the world. (Even if I am totally Kelly/Brandon and Dylan/Brenda, but that’s a different story). In case you don’t know who these people are (SHAME!) Jennie Garth played Kelly Taylor and Luke Perry played Dylan McKay on Beverly Hills: 90210 in the 90s. And it was beautiful. Kelly was a snotty semi-slutty princess with an atitude problem, Dylan was brooding trust funded teenage alcoholic with an attitude problem.They fell in love one summer while Dylan’s girlfriend/Kelly’s best friend Brenda Walsh was in Paris. Then they broke up and got back together a lot, Kelly started dating and almost married Brenda’s twin brother/Dylan’s sometimes best friend Brandon. Then Dylan went on a vision quest and saw that in his past life he was an outlaw in the wild west and Kelly was a school teacher and they were married. (Brandon was a sheriff. That episode was fantastic in the worst possible way). Then Dylan moved to London and shacked up with Brenda for a few seasons, then he came back and he and Kelly moved to New York together.
And if you believe in the new series (The CW’s 90210) they had a kid together. Except I don’t believe in it, because one of the problems in Brandon and Kelly’s relationship was that she found out she couldn’t have children. So the idea that Dylan knocked her up on accident (oh this wasn’t a planned thing, btw. Nothing about Dylan and Kelly was ever planned) doesn’t really make much sense. Also, it said that Donna and David were getting divorced which is just blasphemy. So I disregard everything about it, thank you very much.
Now I don’t care what the premise of this impending sitcom is. I don’t care if they play a couple, or neighbors, or coworkers. I don’t care. I’m going to watch it. I’m going to love it. It could (and probably will) be one of the stupidest shows ever, and I will still be so happy with the mind exploding nostalgic awesomeness that I won’t care.