Do you think society puts too much pressure on people to be in relationships and/or have children? Do you think this ostracizes people who would be perfectly content to remain single and/or child-free? Is this pressure worse around the holidays?
Where is this society that pressures people to be in relationships and/or have children? How old do you have to be to get in on that? Is it a regional thing? Because no one has ever asked me why I don't have a boyfriend/asked me if I'm dating/tried to set me up with anyone/noticed my relationship status at all. And I feel like all I EVER encounter are people who are content to remain child-free. They frequently complain about the society that expects them to raise kids, but really, I feel like there is a pretty giant (or at least vocal) amount of support for not doing so.
Of course, I am part of the faction that goes MARRIAGE & BABIES, HUZZAH, ULTIMATE LIFE GOAL, but that's just an expression of what I personally find appealing. I feel zero pressure from society to actually accomplish these goals*, so my lack of impulsion will most likely ensure that neither happens. I doubt anyone will care. (*Come to think of it, that's probably why I have these ultimate life goals in place - my simple need to be contrary and embrace what people around me reject.)
Bones, 5x09, "The Gamer in the Grease"
Every season has a spot o' fail. Sometimes it's more noticeable than others.
Here's what I took away:
-GROSSEST BODY EVER. There are a lot of contenders for this title, including one from 5x02, but this is definitely up there.
-MOST UNJUSTIFIED MURDER EVER.
-WORST CASE EVER. Aside from Cam's long-suffering attempt to focus on the bodies, and probably start thinking that Clark has the right idea, we were noticeably light on Booth & Bones. While I am cool with anything that highlights Hodgins, it's not worth the admission price of Fisher & Sweets.
-I am not kidding, "Avatar" looks like the stupidest film ever made. Why do crap movies keep corrupting my favorite words? See also, "Twilight." (Although I did like how Hodgins face lit up at the sight of the tickets, and you could practically see him chucking Wendell aside and declaring Fisher his new favorite.)
-Men, for the record, I would be far more impressed by how *few* women you've slept with. Single digits are preferable.
-Oh Cam. How and why did you leave the house with a giant zipper going all the way up your back? Did we learn nothing from Olivia Wilde's Emmy fiasco?
-WELL. THIS JUST GETS MORE AND MORE INTERESTING, DOESN'T IT? That had better be a friendship kiss. And an uncomfortable one.
This right here is reason #1 why this episode is not going to be acknowledged in my recollection of the series. Sweets, you know I only tolerate you because you're Daisy's boyfriend, right? Cheating on Daisy is not the way to earn points. Cheating on Daisy with a skanky tattooed girl - never mind because she has tattoos* - is, is, is...I would be so much angrier about this if I could convince myself it had really happened, but fortunately, my brain flatly refuses to process it as canon.
*In case you were not previously aware of my stance, I would reject Jim Halpert himself if he were all inked up, so visually repulsive do I find this look.
+ Playing video games at the end was cute? And the war over the definition of "sport" was a fun running gag.
+ I approve of Hodgins in a muscle shirt. As much as I didn't want to acknowledge yet another tat, and/or the fact that he has yet to laser that thing off, Angela's reaction to it was hilarious (as was Cam fleeing the scene). And I always enjoy the way he gets amusement from her being all discomfited.
+ "Okay, if that's all, I really gotta go. Um, King of the Lab! *flees*"
+ Awwww, it's pretty cute that Hodgins, despite seeing no reason at all to interfere earlier, has to tell Sweets that a longterm, stable relationship is just fine. Though it's not quite as cute that his and Daisy's relationship manages to make me uncomfortable when she's not even in the scene. SILENT MATH, INDEED.
+ THIS KID. WHY DO I KNOW THIS KID. OMG. IT WILL DRIVE ME NUTS UNTIL YOU TELL ME.
Then, because I assumed none of you *would* tell me, and realizing extras don't get credited, I took a long shot to I hit up Google...and to my shock, immediately got a result! "Steven Christopher Parker," which tells me nothing but gives me something to feed into IMDB, and...ER! Duh. Dopey 19-year-old doctor Harold.