Even when My So Called Life aired we would mock it while obviously being totally intrigued at the same time. Recently the N was airing reruns and Jim and I saw it in at its flawed glory. Truly, it was almost unwatchable… ALMOST.
Not quite a guilty pleasure, but more a guilty sentimental journey. Honestly, what represents the nineties better? The Manic Panic hair coloring, the flannels and long johns, the moppieness, the ernest voice overs, the Jordan Catalano–not to mention Rayanne and Rickie.
I don't think anyone can escape the way MSCL can bring them right back to 1996, which is a strange and beautifully ugly place to visit every once and a while.