Back then there was no real Internet...It was at it's beginning.
Which meant no streaming.
You waited week by week for your favorite show episode and if you didn't have a VCR and you missed it? You were fucked.
To quote MLK Jr.:
"Where da White Women's at???"
At the time, in America we were all fascinated with "Melrose Place."
A new type of soap opera for a younger crowd like Noodles.
What?
Why you laughing?
I was young then damn it!
Anyways, it was the Season Finale and I was living with someone.
No not a man...No she didn't have a Girl Penis.
I swear!
It was actually a hot Redhead GF...My perpetual enemy.
If you were under 50 you were watching the show: Men, Women, Kids, Gay, straight, Inmate, Biker, Special Forces whatever...You were watching.
The season finale comes and they show this hot Redhead who I believe was the bad one in front of a mirror...
Suddenly she pulls off a wig!!!
And she has these crazy scars!!!
And NATIONWIDE there was a gasp!
That's how the season finale ended!
We all lost our fucking minds, people were screaming in my apartment building and I ran outside and howled and it was a "Shared Moment."
Cus we knew, we had to wait 3 months for the new season to begin and we were anxious over that.
It was like the finale of GOT and the Sopranos combined, but in a good way.
We weren't disappointed, we were addicted to this silly show.
It was like "Beverly Hills High" for 20-30 year olds.
Good times...Good times.
