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moogingEarlier today, I was going to make a post about how I was feeling miserable, and had been for several days. This had something to do with all the things I'm looking forward to this summer are things I'm looking forward to, as in not happening right now. Added to that, I appear to be stuck in a wonderful body-image / self-esteem funk of doom (I get into these from time to time - I mean, it's omnipresent, but it gets more severe sometimes, you know?). Blah blah blah blah weight blah blah blah face blah blah blah everything, but! There is a but!
Anyways.
I bought the dvd set of Cagney and Lacey last weekend. Now, see, Cagney and Lacey was my first fandomfandom, before I actually knew what that was. It was before the X-Files. Before Ellen Ripley, actually, and that's going waaaay back.
And I still love it, with a fiery passion. It's cheesy, yes, from the eighties, yes, cop drama, yes, but it's just so wonderful. It was the first programme with two women as the leads, first programme with two women in professional, demanding jobs with lives and a friendship, and it was the friendship that drove it and made it so successful. Like everything, I watch it for the characters and Christine Cagney and Mary-Beth Lacey...I don't know, they just own my heart.
Chris more, though. She is flawed and she knows it, she's ambitious, selfish, driven, gorgeous and completely insecure. She's immature, she's vulnerable, she's hot-headed, she's sarcastic and oh my God, there are no words for how much I love the woman. She was the first character, first person really, to make me think that I could get to where I wanted, do what I wanted, be the person I wanted to be if I just worked at it, and she, God, I don't know, I just adore her.
Okay, that's Mary-Beth Lacey on the left, and Christine Cagney is on the right. Er, I forget exactly why they're looking so put-out in their Lieutenant's office, but, er, I don't mind because pretty.
Actually, on this re-watch, I've found new love for Mary-Beth, which wasn't really there before. I mean, I liked her, but I think I understand her a bit more now I'm older (ahaha, look at me pretending to be all knowledgeable. To off-set this, I should say that the other day, I asked my friend if ducks were nocturnal. I know they're not. I don't know. My brain is all gooey right now). She's kind, and nice, and I appreciate where's she coming from a lot more now. Whereas Chris...she's just the exact polar opposite, and I love her.
Okay, so this is the 'Jane', the women's toilet in the 14th Precinct, where my lovely detectives worked. It's a bit cracked and peeling-paint and somewhat dirty, but most of the emotional scenes take place here (lol typical girls), and there's usually a scene or two in here per episode, and, er, I forget what I was saying because Chris has pretty hair. Shh, I'm a bit shallow.
And, er, now I think I shall just spam you all with various pictures of Chris. Because I can.
(I always really liked that jumper, and, er, quite a few of Chris's outfits, which is slightly worrying, but shh.)
(Case in point: I have this picture saved as 'Chris and her random jumpers'.)
All pictures from the Bookmice site on Cagney and Lacey.
I'm sorry to ramble at you about such a random topic. My heart is swelling with love for my eighties girls, and this was the closest outlet to hand.
And do you know what bites? ITV3 is showing later episodes, that the BBC never got round to showing, and my Freeview has decided that it isn't going to show ITV3 anymore. *headdesk*
I've just been to the doctor's (sadly not Mr. Tennant, but you can't have everything) and I have an actual diagnosis! A real, proper diagnosis! Most of you here will know that I've had god-knows-what as an illness hanging over me for years, and several wrong attempts to fix it, and a ridiculous amount of blood tests, but! But! Today they tell me they know what it is.
I have M.E. (chronic fatigue syndrome) (yes, Fran, like youuuuuu - we were clearly separated at birth, er, a few years apart shh this is entirely possible).
And this is clearly not a good thing, but LOOK IT HAS A NAME I KNOW WHAT I HAVE NOW. Thank God. And the doctor said it was getting better, and would continue to do so because I am a motivated person (!!!), and then he weighed me (!!!) and said I was losing weight (!!!!!!!!!!!!!), so, in general, today has picked itself up out of the gutter, and thank God for that, really.
I have M.E. (chronic fatigue syndrome) (yes, Fran, like youuuuuu - we were clearly separated at birth, er, a few years apart shh this is entirely possible).
And this is clearly not a good thing, but LOOK IT HAS A NAME I KNOW WHAT I HAVE NOW. Thank God. And the doctor said it was getting better, and would continue to do so because I am a motivated person (!!!), and then he weighed me (!!!) and said I was losing weight (!!!!!!!!!!!!!), so, in general, today has picked itself up out of the gutter, and thank God for that, really.
Anyways.
I bought the dvd set of Cagney and Lacey last weekend. Now, see, Cagney and Lacey was my first fandomfandom, before I actually knew what that was. It was before the X-Files. Before Ellen Ripley, actually, and that's going waaaay back.
And I still love it, with a fiery passion. It's cheesy, yes, from the eighties, yes, cop drama, yes, but it's just so wonderful. It was the first programme with two women as the leads, first programme with two women in professional, demanding jobs with lives and a friendship, and it was the friendship that drove it and made it so successful. Like everything, I watch it for the characters and Christine Cagney and Mary-Beth Lacey...I don't know, they just own my heart.
Chris more, though. She is flawed and she knows it, she's ambitious, selfish, driven, gorgeous and completely insecure. She's immature, she's vulnerable, she's hot-headed, she's sarcastic and oh my God, there are no words for how much I love the woman. She was the first character, first person really, to make me think that I could get to where I wanted, do what I wanted, be the person I wanted to be if I just worked at it, and she, God, I don't know, I just adore her.
Okay, that's Mary-Beth Lacey on the left, and Christine Cagney is on the right. Er, I forget exactly why they're looking so put-out in their Lieutenant's office, but, er, I don't mind because pretty.
Actually, on this re-watch, I've found new love for Mary-Beth, which wasn't really there before. I mean, I liked her, but I think I understand her a bit more now I'm older (ahaha, look at me pretending to be all knowledgeable. To off-set this, I should say that the other day, I asked my friend if ducks were nocturnal. I know they're not. I don't know. My brain is all gooey right now). She's kind, and nice, and I appreciate where's she coming from a lot more now. Whereas Chris...she's just the exact polar opposite, and I love her.
Okay, so this is the 'Jane', the women's toilet in the 14th Precinct, where my lovely detectives worked. It's a bit cracked and peeling-paint and somewhat dirty, but most of the emotional scenes take place here (lol typical girls), and there's usually a scene or two in here per episode, and, er, I forget what I was saying because Chris has pretty hair. Shh, I'm a bit shallow.
And, er, now I think I shall just spam you all with various pictures of Chris. Because I can.
(I always really liked that jumper, and, er, quite a few of Chris's outfits, which is slightly worrying, but shh.)
(Case in point: I have this picture saved as 'Chris and her random jumpers'.)
All pictures from the Bookmice site on Cagney and Lacey.
I'm sorry to ramble at you about such a random topic. My heart is swelling with love for my eighties girls, and this was the closest outlet to hand.
And do you know what bites? ITV3 is showing later episodes, that the BBC never got round to showing, and my Freeview has decided that it isn't going to show ITV3 anymore. *headdesk*
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Date: 2007-07-12 06:42 pm (UTC)