I’m fairly certain that my housemate and I were destined to be housemates. We laugh a lot together, act as sounding boards and provide advice for each other when need be, and also know when (and how) to give each other space. Here are just a few recent moments that have reminded me of how well we fit/live together:
1. I’ve been introducing the Housemate to the marvellousness that is Freaks and Geeks, and she’s slowly but surely coming around. The other night, though, we decided to watch Legally Blonde instead.
Towards the end of Legally Blonde, a character called Chutney appears on the witness stand. Unbeknownst to either of us, this character is played by Linda Cardellini, who is none other than Lindsay in Freaks and Geeks.
The moment Chutney/Cardellini appeared on the telly, I gasped, pointed at the screen, and turned to the Housemate. At the exact same moment, the Housemate gasped and pointed at me. For a second we remained frozen in this strange me-Housemate-television–pointing triangular formation, then we both burst into giggles. It’s not the first time such a moment of synchronicity has happened, either.
3. Despite being embedded (like me) in the discipline of Sociology and, by extension, in the currents of cynicism that such embeddedness entails, the Housemate retains faith in the idea that, ultimately, Good comes to Good and Bad to Bad in this world.
Case in point: last night, we were watching Cruel Intentions (spoiler alert), which she’d never seen before. For those of you who don’t know, Cruel Intentions revolves around Kathryn, who is a nasty piece of work, making a bet with Sebastian, who is also nasty but redeems himself in the end, that the latter can seduce Annette, who is a Good Person. Here’s what went down in our house while watching the movie:
Two thirds through the movie, with Kathryn proving to be increasingly awful, self-serving, and malicious.
The Housemate: Kathryn’s going to die, isn’t she?
Me: I’m not saying a word.
The Housemate: She must. Yes, she’s going to die.
Later on, and Kathryn does more nasty things.
The Housemate: She has to die.
Me: I’m not saying a word.
About 15 minutes before the end of the movie, and Sebastian is fighting with another character on the street while Annette rushes into the traffic to stop them.
The Housemate: Oh, it’s Annette who’s going to die, isn’t it? She’s going to die!
Sebastian pushes Annette away from an oncoming car and gets hit by the car himself, rolling up and over the car before crashing onto the bitumen.
The Housemate: Oh. So it is Kathryn who’s going to die.
Let’s repeat that, shall we?
SEBASTIAN GETS HIT BY A CAR. BY A CAR.
The Housemate: Oh, so it is Kathryn who’s going to die.
Scene switches to Sebastian’s funeral.
The Housemate: Oh.
Me: *laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs*
(I defy you not to love my Housemate a little bit too, after that.)
But just in case you think I’m trying to make myself look clever at the Housemate’s expense, take a guess at who the following happened to:
Girl walks to kitchen, wearing her glasses so that she can watch the news whilst getting a snack. Girl takes a spoon, dips it in the peanut butter jar, pops it in her mouth, and simultaneously decides to change out of her jacket and into a jumper.
Girl retains spoon sticking horizontally out from between her lips whilst pulling jumper over her head. Girl suddenly starts making strange clinking and choking noises.
Housemate looks up to see a jumper with naught but curly hair poking out the top flailing around the kitchen.
Yep. Girl = me.
Moral of that story? If you try to pull clothing over your face while you’re wearing glasses and have a spoon sticking out of your mouth, the jumper will push the glasses down your face, the glasses will get caught on the spoon, the spoon handle will get caught on the jumper, and, erm, you might start panicking.
I think that was one of my sexiest moments ever, bar none.
So you see? The Housemate and I are perfect for each other, what with our abilities to equally tolerate, understand, and entertain each other.