For some inane reason I like this show. My heart finds comfort that former stars from Roswell and Dawson's Creek have found more work. Sure, I think Shiri Appleby is a bit annoying. And Kerr Smith wasn't my favorite on Dawson's (Yay Pacey!). But there's something so hopeful about washed up WB and UPN stars that reappear in our lives again (at least from the shows I like). You think that they had they're one hit wonder and will never be seen again, but bam, there they are, still working, still alive. You forgot they existed, but once they reappear, you realize damn, I missed you. And I felt that when I saw Shiri and Kerr on TV. Like long lost buddies I had lost touch with.
But okay -- retarded premise (pretty 16 year old foster child finds her birth parents so she can apply for emancipation) -- but I can relate to the theme of grown ups that still have a lot of growing up to do. Er, not that I would put myself in that category. I am very grown up. (But then again, I thank god every day I don't have a 16 year old child out there that will randomly show up at my door). But once their forgotten kid Lux reappears in their lives, both the bio mom, Cate, and the bio dad, Baze realize, "Fuck. I should drink less. Figure out how to cook. And get my shit together." What New Yorker in their 20s doesn't relate to that?
When I turn the show on, it's like a cup of hot chocolate on a winter night. Something that gives you warm fuzzies when the outside world is going through a bit of a shit storm. Who doesn't need that type of distraction in this day and age?
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