Well, my friends, the Olympic Closing Ceremonies have come and gone, which means that it’s time to get back to our regularly scheduled programming both here at The Blog of Funny Names and in my living room.
So. What does amb watch once her favourite Canadian athletes have left her television screen (but not her heart!)? Oh, I’m so glad you asked. My aforementioned heart is an incredibly geeky one, which you’d know if you’ve visited me here before. But the truth is that I still haven’t confessed my deepest darkest television viewing secrets. I happily tell embarrassing stories on my home blog all the time, but I still try to keep some semblance of cool around here, because this is Dave’s home blog, and because one of these days I’d like one of my marriage proposals to stick.
However. Now that the Olympics are over and I’ve found myself turning to my guiltiest pleasure television show to fill the giant maple leaf shaped void in my heart, I’ve decided it’s time to come clean.
I can’t stop watching Pretty Little Liars.
I know. I’ll give you a moment to compose yourselves.
You guys, I know. It’s like a cross between “I Know What You Did Last Summer” and “Gossip Girl” with a little bit of “Dawson’s Creek” thrown in for good measure. I can barely copy and paste the IMDB synopsis without cringing:
A clique of teenage girls drift apart after the group’s leader, Alison DiLaurentis, goes missing. Her body is found and the girls are reunited at her funeral. All four begin receiving text messages from the mysterious ‘A’, who seems to know many of the group’s deepest secrets …The girls join forces against A’s scheming and try to uncover the mystery of Alison’s death.
Sigh. So not appropriate viewing for the future Dr. Mrs. Carlson, but it’s too late now; I’m hooked.
The only redeeming factor in all of this soap-opera-murder-mystery-teen-drama-schmaltz is that my favourite character has a really, really, funny name. Spencer Hastings is the brains of the girls’ operation; she takes AP physics, does enough after school activities for the rest of the clique combined, and is determined to be accepted to an Ivy League college, no matter how many dead bodies keep inconveniently popping up between classes. She’s played by actress Troian Bellisario.
Show business runs in Troian’s blood: her father is producer powerhouse Donald P Bellisario. Donald is, among other things, the man behind the mustache: he produced “Magnum: P.I”. Troian got her start in her father’s tv movies and mini-series when she was just a toddler; she made the jump to more adult roles in “Quantum Leap” (see what I did there?) and independent movies, and has been scheming her way through high school in “Pretty Little Liars” since 2010.
I started this post talking about how I supported my country during the Olympics, so I’ll bring things full circle and finish with an equally patriotic defense of my viewing habits: “Pretty Little Liars” is shot in Vancouver, British Columbia. So by watching, I’m actually doing my part to support my country’s GDP.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.