Whitfud emails me.
My girlfriend has recently, Whitfud notes, referred to me as her "very own Seth Cohen". Whiftfud doesn’t watch much TV, and The OC isn’t the sort of thing he’d go in for on the occasions he does. It would probably clash with a documentary on the history of German art house cinema on BBC4 anyway. That said, Eddie and I found it was possible to draw him into the wonderful world of Aussie soap Neighbours with gradually increased exposure and frequent discussion of the plots (as they were). Sky Mangel helped too.
Anyway, not knowing much of The OC, Whitfud headed over to the Fox Website and found the following description of Seth:
"an existential hero in the spirit of Holden Caulfield, Benjamin Braddock or any John Cusack character from the late '80s ... socially awkward, a bit of a wise-ass and, despite his best efforts to appear otherwise, full of longing ... From the outside it looks like Seth has it all but, like his father, he senses there is something else out there … and he yearns for it."
"She has," Whitfud observed, "got your number."
This isn’t the first time my girlfriend has seemingly complimented me, only for the secondary implications to gradually occur to me a few days later. She has, in the past - and, no less, on separate occasions - told me that I have "really nice" ears and eyebrows. Naturally, initially I was super pleased to hear this. Slowly though, it has dawned on me that those features combined make up, at best, 5% of the surface area of my body.
N.B. Please note, it goes without saying that she says many many other things about me which are kinder and more generous than I deserve.
5 weeks ago