Some kind of life

Med skräckblandad förtjusning har jag på senare gjort ett djupdyk i nittiotalet. När det beror på ett uppdrag av Popmani känns det fint, när man läser gamla dagböcker från tonårstiden är det mindre roligt. Jag har också än en gång fastnat i My So Called Life-boxen (den allra första dvdbox jag köpte faktiskt, i någon underlig butik i Washington DC way back in 2003). Och precis som Sandra och Clara har jag än en gång kommit fram till att det är den finaste, mest trovärdiga tv-serie om femtonåringar som gjorts. Igenkänningsfaktorn är obehagligt hög, och den gör fortfarande så alldeles ont i hjärtat att se.

When researching an article for Popmani makes me head back to the 90's I once again realize that My So Called Life is the best tv series about teenages ever made. Ever. It still hurts.


"I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, I'd either have sex or a conversation. Ideally both."




"They weren't the kind of kisses you could actually evaluate. They were more like... introductory kisses."


"People are always saying you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster. Like you know what it is even. But every so often I'll have, like, a moment, where just being myself in my life right where I am is, like, enough."


"It's like you think you are safe or something cause you can just walk away anytime, cause you don't need her - you don't need anyone. But the thing you didn't realize is, you're wrong."


"The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don't measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool."


"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."