What I Watched: Misfits Edition

What I’m currently watching is Being Human — the UK version, naturally. But I will save my thoughts on that for next week, because this week we need to talk about Misfits. Every so often, there comes a show that takes your expectations and just blows them to smithereens, and that’s what happened with Misfits and me. A friend of mine recommended it, and while the premise was not necessarily something that intrigued me — it sounded a bit cliche, to be honest — it was a British show, and I am always willing to give those at least a one-episode shot. Well, that’s all it took. One episode, I was hooked. Before the same night was over, I had binge-watched 3 more. And then again the next evening. And so on. I haven’t been this sleep-deprived, or so in love with a show, in a long time.

The best way I can describe the premise is as the bastard offspring of The Breakfast Club and Heroes, except with a wholly British sensibility. Which is to say, irreverent to the nth degree. The plot follows 5 young adults, each of them a misfit in his or her own way, who meet on their first day of community service, get caught in a bad storm, and acquire strange new powers. What they go on to do with those powers, over the next 3 seasons (there are 5 in total, but I haven’t watched the last two yet) will never be what you expect. What does it involve? Lots of swearing, sex, drugs, and gore. The show has a mordant sense of humour, but it’s also laugh out loud funny.

The storylines are bonkers (in the best way), so I won’t bother trying to explain them, but let’s talk about the characters for a minute. As in any good John Hughes movie, the “ASBO 5” start off as archetypes: the jock (Curtis); the hot girl (Alisha); the tough girl (Kelly); the weirdo (Simon); the joker (Nathan). But there are layers to each of them, and the show does an amazing job of revealing them slowly without turning maudlin or losing its sarcastic bite. The cast (main and supporting) is diverse and excellent across the board. Each of them left me convinced that they were their respective characters. Based on my own experiences as a painfully shy introvert prone to over-thinking, I identified the most with Simon. But I also hard-core loved Kelly and Nathan. The latter, in particular, walked a very, very fine line between being endearingly off-the-wall and being just, well, a total d*ck. I would imagine that’s a tough thing to play, so kudos to the actor. It helped that he had the best comedic lines, and the chops to deliver them convincingly. After Nathan’s departure at the end of season 2, I really felt his absence (even though I also enjoyed his “replacement”, Rudy) and it seemed like the show never quite fully recovered. I loved season 3 for other reasons, but the team dynamic was weaker.

So, yes, let’s talk about this now:

omg
omg

For Game of Thrones fans out there, Simon will look familiar. Listen, if you had told me last year that I would find myself cheering for Ramsay-effing-Snow to get the girl — any girl, EVER — I would have laughed and laughed and probably puked in my mouth a little. And yet, by season 3, there I was, ugly-crying my makeup off watching Simon Bellamy, romantic hero. I won’t say more about the Simon-Alisha plot except that it’s basically one of my fave fictional love stories ever, and it is an example of incredible character development. Even if you don’t come to the show with Ramsay baggage like I did, Simon starts off as an utterly unpromising character; the creepy weirdo that everyone overlooks or forgets, literally. You can almost see that, at the beginning, the writers toyed with the idea of sending him to a dark, Ramsay-esque side. Instead, they took him in the complete opposite direction, and Simon ends up being the closest thing to a real superhero that this show gets. He is also possibly the sweetest TV boyfriend ever written; if his relationship with Alisha does not warm the cockles of your heart … well, you have no heart. So, yes, friends; Misfits is the show that gave me a Iwan Rheon problem, and I have zero shame about it. As Nathan would say: Save me, Barry!

Yes.
Yes.

Have you watched Misfits? Join me in the comments and let’s geek out together.

P.S. I haven’t had time to read anything in weeks, but if you have book recc’s, please send them my way.

What I Wore: August 2017

August seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye. Even my birthday barely registered – though, to be fair, at this point that might be a good thing. My job is keeping me very, very busy, and it’s a pace that takes some adjustment. I’m loving the work, but the learning curve is steep and sometimes feels like a bit of a roller-coaster; some days, it’s a white-knuckle ride all the way. The rest of my life is taking a bit of a back seat, as evidenced by how long it’s taking me to respond to personal emails (sorry) and comments (sorry). I am trying to work out a better balance for myself, and it might mean taking a bit of a step back from the blog. We shall see. [Edited to add: Sorry, peeps, I didn’t mean that to sound like I’m quitting altogether. Just dialing back on the post frequency, for the next while anyway. I guess that sounded way more dramatic than intended. Whew!]

But! I still managed to wear clothes. Lots of them, see?

one, two, three
one, two, three
four, five, six
four, five, six
seven, eight, nine
seven, eight, nine
ten, eleven, twelve
ten, eleven, twelve
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
nineteen, twenty, twenty one

Number 20 was my fave outfit of the month by far, with 16 as a close second. There were a few good repeat-outfits in the mix as well. To be honest, though, style took a bit of a backseat this month, much like most other things that were not work. Oh well, onwards and upwards.

Here is what I wore in August back in 2015 and 2016.

End of Summer Blue

Dress, Maeve (thrifted); shoes, Zara; bag, MbMJ (via eBay)
Dress, Maeve (thrifted); shoes, Zara; bag, MbMJ (via eBay)

There is a bit of poignancy to finding a pretty summer frock late in August; it only serves to underscore the changing of seasons. I was determined to give this one a whirl before it was too late, but I definitely felt a chill the day I wore it. There’s been talk of an Indian summer here, but I am not getting my hopes up. Winter is always just around the corner. Edmonton is basically Winterfell. But, you know, minus the King in da Norf. Alas.

easy, breezy ... or just breezy
easy, breezy … or just breezy
blue & white
blue & white

This dress was hanging on top of a rack at Value Village, but the fabric felt nice to the touch, so I pulled it down to have a closer look. Sure enough, it proved to be an Anthro brand; I haven’t lost my touch entirely. It was also $25. I had to think twice about getting it, as a matter of principle. Value Village, we have a problem. This dress would sell for something like $35 at my local consignment store; if I purchased it there, I would be supporting a local business, and enjoying a boutique-like shopping environment at the same time. Neither is something that applies to VV. Just saying.

Leaving that VV nonsense aside, this is a lovely dress, so I’m glad I bought it. It has a tie in the back which is a feature I usually despise, but this one doesn’t bother me too much. The dress is a size Medium, and loose, so it feels more like a swing dress than anything else. And we all know I love me a good swing dress. I also appreciate that while the dress is on the shorter side, the neckline is not scandalously low. It’s getting hard to find a casual dress that doesn’t feature a deep v. As someone who doesn’t have a cute bralette to flash, I appreciate the extra coverage.

farewell, summer
farewell, summer