Daria and Trent
This summer, I decided to dress up as Daria for Halloween after spending most of August watching the complete series while sewing. I'm not really a big television person; I only like a few shows, and I only watch them on DVD/Netflix years after they air. It's even more unusual that I'll actually relate to a TV show.
Daria is special to me. I only saw it a few times before it got canceled, but I was obsessed with the VHS tape we made of Is It College Yet?, and I made all of my friends with Noggin watch Daria when I went over to their houses. My family had this little Daria book called The Daria Diaries that I read dozens of times.
If you met me, you probably wouldn't make a Daria comparison with me. I'm very chatty, pretty silly, and fairly easygoing. But underneath my ever-so-normal exterior, I've got a lot of the same flaws Daria has. We're both judgmental, nerdy as hell, and self-congratulatory. (Daria sums it up in the first episode: "I don't have low self-esteem. ... I have low esteem for everyone else.") I tend to be very impatient with people's foibles. As I've gotten older, I've loosened up and made plenty of my own bad decisions and mistakes. Even so, that part of me that just won't suffer foolishness and immaturity (because, of course, I am SUCH a paragon of virtue... not) is definitely still active. Watching Daria reminds me of my faults, but it also reminds me that even those faults have their positive aspects. I like Daria. I'm on her side.
Alex is my Trent! Pretty good, eh?