For the past three years, whenever Disney Channel’s Girl Meets World puts a season on Netflix, I have eaten it up with fascinated and adoring eyes. Now, obviously this fact doesn’t embarrass me, because I’m making it public on my personal website, but still. I’m curious if I’m alone in this.
It’s good at its job, which is being a moral-ridden, serial comedy aimed at kids 12 and younger, but it is predictably a less-than-remarkable kids’ television program. That said, I do think it is considerably better than Suite Life or Hannah Montana. I’d say it’s on par with Full House and Fairly Oddparents and Melissa and Joey. It’s not nearly as funny, smart, or as subtle as Spongebob Squarepants, or as abstractly humorous as Adventure Time.
If I have not managed to make it evident, I know my kids’ television of the young, playful/comedic genre. I not only know it, but I really enjoy it. However, I have seldom watched a show as rapturously or enjoyed one as wholeheartedly as I do Girl Meets World. There are two possible reasons for this that I have thought of, but that certainly does not mean that I would refuse to accept others.
Possibility #1: I don’t really like to apply this reasoning to anything, because I strongly believe that most, if not every, reaction in life has roots; nevertheless, I cannot deny that I might be so fond of Girl Meets World because the problems that it explores draw my attention from bigger problems that surround me. They are still problems, I know– problems that hold significance in many a young life, but they are usually simple and easily-solved problems, and ones in the world and my country and my family and my life are not. Ergo…Everyone deserves a getaway, right?
Possibility #2: This potential reason strikes me as more likely than #1 to explain my motivation for loving Girl Meets World, but it also strikes me as a potential overanalysis. My strong attraction to this show could be related to a deep longing for a nostalgia that I lack. In other words, I might be drawn to some of what I missed out on in my young life. I walked, talked, and generally moved like I was steadily becoming more drunk since I was 7, and finally succumbed to a wheelchair in February of 8th grade. Girl Meets World covers 7th-9th grade so far, and the 2-6 main characters have common problems from personal life, family life, and school. Some of the problems I can relate to, like moving states away from where you grew up, but I have secondhand or no experience with the vast majority of the dilemmas shown. And maybe I am masochistically eager/curious to know what I missed; maybe I am reminiscent of the life I should’ve led.
Considering that I am twenty-three years old, I’m convinced that loving a Disney Channel show is not typical. Despite this belief, I will not stop watching and loving Girl Meets World.
Until next time,