What ever happened to predictability?
I came in to work this afternoon fully intending to finish some homework. But Facebook and Twitter interrupted so I feel the nagging need to blog. Today I’m making a Frenemy-esque blog. So who can’t I get off my mind today? Steve Hale. Now don’t sit there racking your brain trying to think of who this hunk could be. He’s not real. At least not in reality. But remember that little treasure called Full House where the milk man, the paperboy and evening TV were always waiting just around the bend? Well that’s where Mr. Hale was born. He’s the figment of a Hollywood producer’s imagination that swept DJ Tanner off her feet for multiple seasons. Steve was DJ’s refrigerator raiding, not so bright but still lovable, alpha male boyfriend played by actor Scott Weinger. He was consistently making a fool of himself on the show and portrayed a stereotypical meathead who always made me wonder how he kept a girl like DJ Tanner interested. But nevertheless he did. For 32 episodes. I think I’d date fictional Steve in real life. He might have been dumb as rocks but I think he genuinely cared for DJ. And they had an interesting relationship. I’d have to break out the old VHS to relive and remember why those two broke up but if my memory serves me right, they even broke up in a cute way. It was on top of a mountain. In the cool, crisp air. They both were sporting flannel and the yellow 90’s hiking boots….or at least that’s how I imagine it. And they were both extremely sad that that chapter of their lives was ending, but they knew it was for the best. They knew they had to move on. I think their break up was beautiful. It was hard but they didn’t regret it. And to me, DJ didn’t seem to dwell on every memory they had together. After she said goodbye to Steve, she shed maybe one tear, took a deep breath in, looked out at the beautiful landscape and believed she would be fine. And viola. Hollywood magic. She was fine. She could move on in her life. And move on she did. She moved onto Viper, the rocker boy who always seemed to hold the strings to her heart in the palm of his hand. And then there was the rich, nerdy boy DJ dated for a few episodes. I think her dating trends are interesting and I’m going to blog about that soon. And maybe I’ll devote a bunch of this blog-o-sphere rambling stuff to Full House alone. I think a pretty interesting world revolves around that show. But. Back to the madness. I know DJ’s breakup bliss doesn’t happen in real life. I know it’s fake. But I’d like to breathe in like DJ and move on. And with the past week behind me that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. I know I’ll probably relapse again soon but for now I’m good.
