BTVS Rewatch Catch Up

Some thoughts on episodes I watched and didn’t write about, or forgot to watch because I’m a terrible blogger.


Questions! What happens to the poor schmoes who got caught in the crossfire? The girl who caught on fire before the credits started rolling? The girl whose MOUTH DISAPPEARED. The only person who could maaaaybe explain away being cursed is Cordelia, and only if you consider “Hey maybe I just had a stroke at 16 and that’s why my eyesight suddenly vanished for a day or two that one time” an acceptable way of explaining a traumatic metaphysical attack on one’s person but WHAT ABOUT THE GIRL WHO WAS ON FIRE. Did she have to go to therapy after? Did she leave Sunnydale like fuck this, this time the weird shit was strangely personal, I’m getting outta here. Or did she just…go back to school after a few days/weeks/months in the burn unit? What kind of message did she sign in Buffy’s yearbook, if so? Did she continue cheerleading? Or did she did she pull a Janis Ian and totally renounce cheerleading and become a gothish skaterchick with a revenge kick for plastics? WHAT HAPPENED TO AMBER is what I’m saying.


Mostly I just think Xander shoulda died in this one.


Welcome to the Hellmouth

welcome to the hellmouthSo, as some of the nerdier parts of the Internet have been crowing, today is the 18th anniversary of “Welcome to the Hellmouth”, the first ever episode of my very favorite show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It wasn’t the first episode I ever saw; that was “Hush” when I was in sixth grade, and I was so scared after seeing the Gentlemen floating around eviscerating people that I didn’t watch BtVS for a full two weeks after that.

But I couldn’t stay away long, and I spent probably the next two weeks yelling at my parents until they let me catch up with the rest of the show. (They thought it was too violent, and too sexy.) I’d been banished from watching Xena for the very same reason, and as a young and helpless eight year old, I’d played by the rules; I’m only now catching up on Xena on Netflix. Buffy was already in Season 4 by the time I encountered it, though, and by then I was a teenibopper hellion; they would have had to pry BtVS out of my cold dead hands. Instead, my dad relented on the condition that we watch it together, which if you ask me is a pretty excellent parenting technique. I still don’t know if I ever want spawn of my own, but I can honestly say that watching BtVS for the first time with a future daughter puts a pretty big tick in the pro-column.

Look at this creepo.

*immediately runs off to read a horrifying birth story about calcium-leaching placentas and episiotomies*


ANYYYYYWAY. Like any true Scoobiestan, I have the entire box set of BtVS on DVD. I also have Seasons 1-4 on DVD, separately, because I started buying them separately with my allowance in high school, and then I got a real job like a grown up in college and was just like FUCK IT, why not have roughly 1.5 box sets.

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