So I don’t know what this phase of life is, but lately I’ve been watching shows that feel like they weren’t made for me at all – and yet I’m hooked.
Like, I’m over here watching Steel Magnolias (the TV show, not the movie – calm down), fully aware it’s corny, cringy, and absolutely not for my demographic… and still bingeing it anyway.
Every few minutes I’m like, “WHY am I watching this??”
But also?
It’s like 3 am and I keep hitting Next Episode, so they must be doing something right LOL.
It’s giving white Southern drama with a sprinkle of trauma and a whole lot of “we’re wealthy but also deeply broken” energy. It reminds me of those Pinterest-perfect couples who are somehow always successful, good-looking, deeply in love, and never worried about rent.
Like this one girl I see on social media – white, from a diff country, who seemed to come from money, became a doctor, had a movie-style meet-cute with the love of her life, and now they travel the world looking like an ad for matching luggage.
And here I am watching birthday parties get ruined in Steel Magnolias because some estranged aunt showed up yelling and made one of the main girls cry in front of her cake.
Like, this is supposed to be the Big Drama™ and I’m over here thinking, “but did you die?”
They got one problem. ONE.
Meanwhile the rest of us are out here dealing with that plus racism, trauma, generational curses, and wondering why we didn’t strike the life lottery. Like… perspective??
And THEN, to make matters worse (or better?), I started thinking about how I fully plan to rewatch Reba.
Yup. Reba.
Why do I relate to Reba??
Why do I like Reba??
She’s got a cheating husband, a mistress who wants to be besties, and a sarcastic grip on her sanity that honestly feels… familiar?
Barbra Jean (the mistress!) is obsessed with Reba, showing up at her house constantly like, “why don’t you like me?” after she slept with her man.
And instead of setting her on fire (as one might), Reba just rolls her eyes, throws a little shade, makes her a plate and sets a timer on the camera to include her in the family portraits.
Make it make sense.
In real life, people would’ve been like, “Catch me outside, how bout that?!”
Meanwhile Reba’s over here co-parenting and co-existing like it’s a team-building exercise.
I’m not saying I’d do the same, but I am saying this woman’s level of tolerance is sitcom saint status. And the wildest part?
It’s entertaining.
I don’t agree with it and it makes me annoyed, yet all that while I’m laughing and not changing it to something else.
Honestly, these shows all give the same chaotic comfort energy. It’s like they exist in a weird bubble where everyone’s a hot mess but still gets their porch decorated for fall. And somehow… I eat it up.
And you know what really cracked me up? I remembered how, back in the day, my entire Mexican family used to watch Golden Girls together. Like, fully bilingual fam that mostly watched novelas and Mexican drama, suddenly cracking up at Blanche and Dorothy like we were all 70-year-old white women in Miami.
It was the most random bonding experience. We had no business understanding half the jokes, but we were howling – especially at Blanche, who was straight-up a TV hoe, but we loved her. That woman stayed wildin’.
So yeah. Maybe it doesn’t make sense.
Maybe none of this does.
But if watching white women spiral gracefully while I spiral in my own way brings me comfort?
Then let me spiral.
Because white women be wildin’… but somehow endearing.
And I’m LMAO. 😂
💋Love, Loops