I am a huge fan of The Office.
I have been watching it since it premiered and the one-liners have made many an appearance on my FB wall. (My favorite: “The eyes are the groin of the head.”)
From the IMDb page:
A mockumentary on a group of typical office workers, where the workday consists of ego clashes, inappropriate behavior, and tedium.
This last week’s episode was damn funny. And I note this because the end of last season into the beginning of this season has kind of, well, sucked. But this week included Michael on a date. And I found this hilarious. Because he didn’t realize he was on a blind date until half the night was over. And when he made that realization, everything about him changed. He ran out to his car, took off his tie, put on a hat and declared to the camera, “Date Mike. Nice to meet me.”
I have had this happen. Great evenings out with friends and all is fun and jovial until somewhere along the way, the possibility of the hook-up begins to take shape. And suddenly, that guy that was just kind of cute with the same twisted sense of humor is suddenly offended when you laugh at a “mommy, mommy” joke. [“Mommy, mommy, daddy’s up!” “Shut up and reload.”]
Or that chick with the quirky and bubbly personality suddenly makes personal space non-existent as her hand has to land on your shoulder with every response she makes, tilting her head in a way that makes you want to snap it off if she giggles just one…more…time.
The hook-up, my friends, changes everything.
People that would never be caught dead leaving the house (or dorm) with a collar unpopped or an eyelash not mascara’d have no problem doing the inevitable Walk of Shame with their underwear in their back pocket.
Why is this? Why when the hook-up happens, men become stupid? Women become stupid? Everything involved with the hook-up becomes stupid? Suddenly, brilliant people forget the possibility of real human interaction and instead head into the falsities of lying about their money, their bodies, their intelligence, their passions. The need to feel that one-fleeting moment of some physical intimacy seems to drive all other rational thought out of our mind.
And given that probably 9 out of 10 hook-ups occur under the influence of alcohol—especially on a college campus—one begins to wonder how we so search for the hook-up, even though we know our performance will be less than stellar due to the alcohol. (Yeah, you know who you are.)
This is why when Michael says in last week’s episode, “I’m on a date. Lemme do my thing,” I laughed. Out loud. Because this is what we do when we hook-up. We assume a “thing” and we assume it’s cute. And desirous. And we cross our fingers and hope that our “thing” catches the eye of someone else looking to hook-up.