November 20, 2012

obsessed.: Beauty and the Beast

It was bound to happen sooner or later, guys. I've been sucked into the black hole of a CW show and I'm not fighting it.

When I first heard about this reboot of Beauty and the Beast, I thought that it would be yet another entertaining CW show that I'd watch in my spare time, but not something I'd need to watch every week. Boy was I wrong. Is the show quality? No. Does it have flaws? Of course. But, you guys:

It's no wonder I can't get enough.

For those of you who didn't know me during my junior and senior year of high school/freshman year of college, let me digress for a moment to paint you a picture of the extent to which I was obsessed. with Roswell. The night of the third season premiere, I was ready and waiting for the show to start, sitting cozily on my dorm room bed and having warned my roommates that it was best if they didn't talk unless there were commercials on, when the fire alarm went off. I was pissed. I exited my room and stomped down the hall, cursing and slamming any doors that got in my way. (I'm pretty sure I scared my roommates, who, at that point, I'd only known for like a month.) I was able to throw a tape into the VCR* so that I didn't miss the whole thing, but still. GD fire alarm.

Although Beauty and the Beast isn't about high school aliens, there are a lot of things about the show that remind me of Roswell. The main guy in both shows is moody and hiding a huge secret. The main girls are outsiders who are thrown into keeping the guys' secrets secret ... and who have actually been the objects of the guys' affections for much longer than the girls know. The two sets of main characters even look similar (see above).

In the decade since Roswell's third season premiere, I've learned to somewhat better control my emotions when it comes to my obsessions. But I realized I was a total goner during the fifth episode of Beauty and the Beast when—SPOILER ALERT—Vincent caught Evan kissing Cat in that stupid photo booth. I knew it was going to happen, but it made my heart clench regardless. I care that these two beat the odds. And if they make me crazy (in a good, cheesy, YA kind of way) while doing it, I'm in for the long haul.

I promise to at least try not to curse and slam doors if a fire alarm goes off during an episode.

*Yes, thank you, I did mean to type VCR.


  1. I'm doing, like, the most dramatic eye-roll you've ever seen. I'm on board with a lot of shows you watch, but I'll leave you your CW supernatural dramas.*

    Supernatural doesn't count because it's about brothers and one (I'm assuming) says "bitch" a lot which I find hilarious. And Vampire Diaries doesn't count because it gives Emily something to get wrapped up in and allows me to yell at the TV about how I could write it so much better (by either making everyone vampires or killing all the vampires, either way works).

  2. Everyone has a guilty pleasure tv show... I happen to have WAY more than one though :(

  3. She knows I kid... mostly. She also knows that I have my own guilty pleasures, I just don't think of them as such.