There’s a lot of bad TV out there, and it can be amazingly hard to find something worth watching. Something that has a point, decent character and plot development, perhaps something of a message. Of course the problem with all that is that we begin to care about the characters… which of course makes it amazingly difficult when something bad happens to them. We get hurt because some bastard writer is attempting to score an emotional response from us.

But what about the TV shows that, overall, become so harrowing by the end of their run that they make you want to curl up into a little ball and weep.

**SPOILER ALERT**

If you don’t know how Alf, Dinosaurs, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Daria, Buffy, M*A*S*H, Now Then Here & There or Saikano / She The Ultimate Weapon end, and would like that to remain a mystery until you’ve seen the shows, don’t read the rest of the article. (more…)

One of the things about the goth scene is that everyone is medicated in one form or another. From the people comparing how many miligrams of dothiapan hydrochloride they’re prescribed, to the people just getting drunk and into orgies, to the people are using what we all like to refer to as “drugs”… Hey, Marilyn Manson told me that they like me.

So why do we do it?

I think it’s because, contrary to popular 90s media opinion on goths being morbid spooky satan worshipping suicidal nutjobs, we just want to be happy… although now the media is looking at the emos. Fucking posers! (hahaha, irony!)

We just want to be  lime green, lime green and tangerine, and as happy as Robert Smith, who’s music was actually pretty upbeat (well, until Bloodflowers) regardless of how he looked.

The problem lies in the way we’re all going about it. Everyone thinks that the cure is something that can be directly put into your body. Pill junkies, both presribed and street-freaked, booze-hounds, snorters. Whatever, take a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila. And still, you’re not going to be happy.

Happiness is this Hollywood dream we’ve been sold, and it’s foisted on us on all sides. Smiling models in the magazines, hallmark cards on the holidays, and inane music. But worst of all, if you’re still not happy, here, take a pill, get some brain candy into you, and live your happiest memories:

 

Take a chill pill man… or just say Fukitol