This blog post features How I Met Your Mother and Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.
What do these old TV shows have to do with expiration dates and this weird, sporadic blogger? You may ask.
It’s a good question, believe me, but I (will hopefully) manage to tie up the strings into a nice little embroidered description of my life right now, and some of the thinking in it.
So, no.1: HIMYM.
Ted and Robin, in their tumultuous relationship, have to admit to each other that they, sadly, have an expiration date. They’ve had fun, it’s been a good time, but they see themselves going places that are geographically and maritally different.
The Front Porch Test is a great example of what I do. In HIMYM the characters like to envisage them all, and Ted’s prospective life partner, on the front porch of their future house in the golden years, and to imagine just how that lucky number 1 fits in to the scenario.
I do something similar: I have a… a friend… and I like to see if he fits in with my family, imagining him meeting them for the first time. He doesn’t fit.
He doesn’t even fit in with me – except in the purely physical sense.
We have an expiration date.
Now, for No.2: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Okay, I don’t have much on this one, except for the fact that the show’s outdated. Fashion, while spectacular, is over; he comebacks are not even relevant; the effects aren’t so effective anymore.
Not abusing the show, I love it. Excited to see what happens next in the love triangle. But someone in that neat geometric shape has an expiration date. Someone has to pull the plug and walk out of that casualty ward with a sorry glance and many fond memories, but also with firmness of character and boldness.