When I started this blog I had the intention of channeling my inner Peter Griffin when he did the ‘Grinds My Gears’ segment on Quahog’s news. He would just talk about things that irked him or pissed him off. I try to do that as much as possible because there are so many things that grind my gears. I’ve managed to talk about stupid Pitbull’s idiotic music, clowns, Rachel Canning, 24 hour news networks, cigarette prices, and the Westboro Baptist church amongst other things. It’s fun to talk about things that irritate you because you get to be liberal with your curse words and take just a little bit of vengeance on something through words. Today though, I want to veer away from that for one blog and talk about something I actually like, and am going to miss dearly. Warning, this isn’t going to be funny, it might get a little mushy.
Tonight the final episode of How I Met Your Mother airs on CBS and I feel as though I am losing a very close friend. That sounds so strange because it’s just a television show that is here to entertain us but over the course of the last 9 years it has been more than a mainstay show in my household – it has somehow become a group of friends that I identify with and care about as I want them to be happy. It’s become something I constantly quote. It’s become something that I learn from. It’s become a part of me. Hell, I have a ducky tie.
For those that have no clue what I am talking about, How I Met Your Mother is a 30 minute comedy about a character named Ted (Josh Radnor) who sits his children down and tells them - in explicit detail - the winding road which led him to the love of his life, their mother. We get to see this through flashbacks of course and it’s a concept that rightfully shouldn’t have worked more than a few seasons. It did of course because of the amazing ensemble cast they put together. Jason Segal plays Ted’s best friend Marshall, Alyson Hannigan plays Marshall’s girlfriend Lily, Cobie Smulders plays Robin Scherbatsky Ted’s love interest early in the show and the woman who he can’t seem to get over, and Neil Patrick Harris plays Barney Stinson, the womanizing egomaniac who would argue that he is Ted’s actual best friend. Over the course of the series, these characters have grown into much more than the simplistic description I just laid out, and the audience has no doubt grown with them.
Maybe it was because I was at the exact right age for this show that made it instantly relatable. I was a year younger than Ted when he started walking the road to the mother of his kids. He was a twenty something that frequented the bar a lot. I frequented the bar a lot. Barney wore a suit a lot. I wear a suit a lot. Marshall has a crazy belief in Bigfoot and Nessy. He uses puns a lot. He loves with all of his heart. I am all of those things. These characters have gone through many scenarios that I have. They’ve loved and lost. They’ve watched as friends got engaged, married, and had children. They’ve grown out of their ways of thinking only to discover something better on the other side.
A funny thing happens when you identify with mass media. It becomes yours. It’s not just your favorite book or movie any more, it’s your book or movie. You defend it when someone calls it stupid or bad. You try to get others to read it or watch it. When someone else likes your book or movie you want to talk about it, you want to reminisce on it, you want to read it or watch it again. How I Met Your Mother is my show. It’s not stupid or bad. It’s great and you should watch it so we can talk about it. I’ll watch the whole thing with you if you’d like. My show was legen…… wait for it……