While staying up late with a spontaneous inspiration sudden pang of insatiable hunger (shut….up…..) for turkey fettuccine alfredo (which I must say turned out utterly delightful fucking delicious for cooking it from scratch in less than 15 minutes…Reader’s Digest here I come…), I finished watching ‘my’ latest episode of Desperate Housewives.
Yes, I know. I’m late. Even Boo is caught up. That’s just…a real surprise, considering. Those of you that know him would agree. But at least I know I’m not the last one on the boat. I don’t really sit on that couch much, but to play Wii. I don’t watch a lot of TV. But thanks to the glory of Netflix I ended up watching this show. And the best part?? I think what I like best about the show…is that the entire series (so far…that I know of) is narrated by a dead woman.
Getting to the point…. Tonight’s closing narration was something that struck me in that oh-so-special way that reminds me great writers still exist. It also struck a personal chord, as in my past I have been am sometimes referred to as a loving and lovable guy kissing bandit. So I had to share it with you. It is something that doesn’t really need saying. It is something we all know deep down; each and every one of us, whether we perceive ourselves loved or unloved, cared for or not.
Scenes of cast members displaying various forms of a kiss are shown as these words are spoken…
“The act itself never varies. But each kiss carries with it a meaning all its own. It can convey a husband’s eternal devotion. Or a wife’s enormous regret. It can symbolize a mother’s growing concern. Or a lover’s growing passion. But whatever its meaning, each kiss…reflects a basic human need. The need to connect to another human being. This desire is so strong it’s always amazing when some people…don’t understand it.”
Desperate Housewives, Season 2
“One More Kiss” Closing Narration