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.