Of Mr. Feeny

Mr. Feeny Fact

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I’ve been watching a lot of Boy Meets World (BMW) lately, a classic 90s sitcom. For those of you who have never seen this wonderful program I have two things to say:

  1. I know you don’t realize it now, but you really are missing out on something great. I would recommend watching the show. Plus, it’s the only sitcom where the college seasons are just as good as the younger years.
  2. There will be some spoilers mentioned below. Beware.
Mr. Feeny

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BMW executed the suspension of disbelief better than most. Sure there are many flaws but you simply accept them. Like the door in the main hallway of the high school that is a counselors office one episode and a bathroom the next. Or the character of Harvey, a Fonzie-esque bully, who is suddenly played by a different actor for one random episode. Did y’all know that Shawn had a sister? No? Well, that’s because she’s only mentioned once. But fans of the show either don’t care or they never noticed. Personally, I never realized the door thing until it was mentioned in an episode commentary.

Lot’s of things change throughout the show, Eric gets dumber, Shawn’s story line gets heavier, and Cory marries Topanga. But one thing remains consistent from season 1 through season 7 – Mr. Feeny.

Mr. Feeny, played by William Daniels, is the best example of the, “wise teacher who’s also a friend,” trope that I can think of. There are many shows that have tried to use that trope, Glee being the most current example, but none of them are able to capture the essence of Mr. Feeny. I think it comes down to what I mentioned earlier, you just accept him. From the first episode you understand that Mr. Feeny is going to be the voice of authority and reason throughout the show, and your okay with that. In the real world is it normal for a teacher to follow four of his students throughout their education? No, but in BMW it’s not only acceptable it’s part of the shows charm.

Daniels played his role in a way that gave his character depth, Mr. Feeny felt like a real person, like he could have my own mentor if only I were lucky enough to have him as my next door neighbor. A common problem I have with the wise teacher trope is that I get annoyed with the character, they either end up more stupid than the kids, silly, shallow, simplistic, or they fade into the background. Not Mr. Feeny, without him BMW never would have made it past season 1, he’s the heart of the show.

Mr. Feeny brings magic to the screen and never once have I doubted his importance or got annoyed by his character. Why? Because he’s genuine. He’s not trying too hard, he doesn’t go easy on the kids, he knows what they are capable of, and he is able to help them become their best selves. In short, he loves them and they him.

Here’s a bit of wise advice given by Mr. Fee-hee-heee-heeeny on the final episode of the BMW:

“I love you all, class dismissed.” – Mr. Feeny.

Of Brandi Carlile

Brandi Carlile

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A girl with a guitar and some serious talent.

Have you ever listened to an artist for years? Know every word? And actually BOUGHT the music? That’s right bought! Purposefully chose to support this artist.

You love this artist dearly and feel as though you know them. You spend hours singing in the car or in front of a mirror unable to fathom being able to create such beautiful music. In your mind you imagine that you are on stage, singing these words as if your own. Of course, now they do belong to you. The artist has been kind enough to share their music and let you take hold. Time passes and other artists take over as your top played. Then one day you decide to listen to this artist again and suddenly HOLY SHIT!! An emotional chord was struck so intense it practically brought you to tears. It felt as though everything you had been feeling or repressing was thrust to the surface. Explained in a way so perfect there’s nothing more you could say. There was a perfection to the music that you never noticed until that moment. A perfection which try as I might I cannot express in a blog post. It is something that has to be experienced. I encourage all to seek out such an experience – this will mean stepping away from the Top 40 momentarily.

I recently had such a moment with Brandi Carlile, an indie singer from Ravensdale, WA. And I wasn’t able to stop listening to her for three weeks straight. Everything else I owned seemed to fall short in comparison.

Don’t get me wrong I love pop culture. I love Britney Spears, Bad Girls Club, Tabloids, all of it. But there’s something special about finding an artist who has some meat behind their lyrics.

Excerpt from Pride and Joy

I believe this to be true
Nothing sacred nothing new
No one tells you when its time
There are no warnings only signs
And you know that you’re alone
You’re not a child anymore
But you’re still scared
All your mountains turn to rocks
All your oceans turn to drops
They are nothing like you thought
Can’t be something you are not
Life is not a looking glass
Don’t get tangled in your past
Like I am learning not to

This passage mirrors exactly what I’ve been going through. Especially,  in regards to growing up and learning that the beliefs my family enforced were not what was best for me.

That moment of straddling the line dividing a child and adult.

An amazing live performance with not one but TWO cellos! What more could you ask for?

Of White Lingerie

Victoria Secret model in white lingerie

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The simple assortment of white silk and lace sat as a reminder in my drawer. This pair was his favorite, he loved these leggings – most were bought why? Because he loved a woman in white.

As a young teenager white bras and underwear were unappealing. They cried out I obviously don’t have sex, a phrase which could translate to, I’m ugly, shy, and dull. For no man would like a girl who wears simple undergarments, right? Men like red and black, for those colors are bold, fierce, uninhibited, sexy, everything a young teenager dreams of being – even the church girls.

As I got older I started to care about what was under my clothes. I realized that if I thought I looked good practically naked, even if no one saw me, then I was more confident. Shortly after that revelation I became obsessed with buying lingerie. It started off slow, a pair of panties here, bra there, cute socks anytime. Then I started dating my first big love. And within months my delicates drawer was a shrine to Victoria’s Secret.

I fell in love with the soft silk, the lace, the satisfaction of a matching top and bottom. I fell in love with the sexiness, the feeling of being wanted, the passion. I fell in love with a man and the more he loved me back, the more beauty I saw in myself.

He fell too far – he fell out of love. In truth I saw the end but I couldn’t make myself let go. He did it for me. It hurt, I felt like my heart was torn out and splattered against the wall. I didn’t feel alive. In the shower my tears fused with the water – I let the water run cold. I ate just enough to remain hungry. I lost 7 pounds in a week. Friends told me to never see him again, that if I did I would never move on. I knew that we still had a future, but not as lovers. On the night it ended we agreed that our lives weren’t ready to part completely. After that night we chatted occasionally, our continued friendship evident to both of us. However, it was and is too soon. My emotions aren’t ready to spend extended periods of time in his presence. My heart’s too bruised. Eventually the wound will heal – but not quite yet.

And now the white lingerie reflects the memories of the love crushed beneath my feet. Laughter, tears, bitterness, and joy all sewn into the hem. It was beautiful, but now it’s over and I’m left wondering why I did the things I did, said the things I said, and bought the things I bought. How much was for him? How much was for me?

How would things be different if I’d never seen him? If I’d never decorated myself with white lingerie?