In case you haven't figured it out yet, Lindsey and I watch a lot of TV. Not a lot in the "you may have ocular lock because you've been sitting still in front of the screen too long" kind of a lot. Just the normal, "20 something women who really like soap operas, comedies, and reality TV as well as FOX news and jeopardy and really, the other shows would feel left out if we didn't watch them too" kind of a lot. It's not a problem, I swear.
Anyways, one of our long time favorites is The Office on NBC (not to be confused with the British version which we don't like). While catching up on the last few DVR'd episodes, we discovered the reason why we both like this show so much: Jim Halpert.
Ah, Jim. Jimmy-Jim. Jim-miney Cricket. Jim-a-rim-a-doodle.
(Sorry, got a little carried away there.)
Jim is the everyday man. He works in an office, he wears a tie and has sometimes unkempt hair. He hates party planning, eats brown bag lunches most days, and plays practical jokes on his desk neighbors.
Jim is humorous, romantic, has boyish charm, and a quick wit and he is the standard to which we measure all men.
Jim spent years.. YEARS chasing after his true love Pam, the secretary. He watched her date, get engaged to, and eventually dump her long time boyfriend. He left the office, came back to the office, dated other girls, dumped other girls, but all the while he knew who he loved. And most importantly, we knew. There are nights when we would quite literally hold our breath for those few and far between serious moments of the show when Jim and Pam would reach a crossroads in their relationship... "Kiss her! Go after her! Don't be a fool Pam Beasley, take him back! Love each other!!!" Insert heavy, teenager-esque sigh here.
Recently, we have been disappointed with the direction that the writers have taken Jim. I mean, obviously, we know him SO much better than those pesky writers. "He would NEVER do that to Pam! What? This is not seriously happening right now. Who ARE you Jim??? It's like I don't even know you anymore." Those are things we've really said. For real. (We don't have a problem, stop judging.) But tonight, we were vindicated. Spoiler alert: Jim becomes Jim again and restores our faith in the everyday man.
The reason this is so important to us is that if Jim, our Jim, our close personal friend and yard stick for a real man, can be a jerk and ruin everything.. then where is our hope? I suppose we will have to just fall back onto Plan B: Remaining single, seemingly unattached wine drinkers who are mysteriously rich and only work when absolutely necessary like Senator Dorian Lord or the great Victoria Lord from One Life to Live. (Don't even get me started on that show).
In lighter news, I would like to share with you a few couples who did indeed give us hope this week:
Nashville's Rayna James and Deacon Claybourne FINALLY confessed their undying love for one another.. probably because they wanted us to stop writing those nasty letters.
New Girl's Nick and Jess also took heed of our letters made of magazine clippings, and at long last decided they should be in love. (I think Lindsey and I should start a match-making service this summer in all of our spare time.)
The Mindy Project's Mindy and Danny are the only hold-outs. Seriously, get it together Kaling. In fact, we've received our letters unopened and returned to sender. I'm afraid we may have to escalate to cryptic phone calls. Why can't they just be happy together? Don't they know that I know what's best for them??
Mindy and Danny: The love arrows are coming at you next.