Last night Samantha Newly met the perfect man. He’s kind, funny, handsome, rich, caring, charming and every good adjective there is. He runs a charity, cares about humanity AND the planet. He didn’t lose interest after she slept with him, didn’t care when she said something stupid and didn’t judge her crazy mother. He’s perfect.
So my request to the Samantha Who? showrunners is that they let him be that way. They can give him flaws to add dimension and quirks to add comedy but if they make him into a bad person I’m going to lose it. After Privileged turned the adorable Jacob Cassidy into a lying cheat and the loveably endearing Charlie into a whiney selfish brat, I got to thinking, where are the great guys? Especially on female heavy shows lately, all the men have been made out to be substandard; even McDreamy’s having an off-season.
Maybe it’s because My Boys hasn’t come back on the air yet or because I’m waiting on NBC before getting into season 3 of Friday Night Lights but as of right now it seems as if the credit of the entire gender rests on the shoulders of Ted Mosby.