by Maveness [s]
Once upon a time in a far away land (cause at $400
for a plane ticket, Vancouver is a hell of a long way away), there
was a show. A show about a kid from a place much farther than
Vancouver with special gifts (among them the ability to blind with
a smile), the bad baldy down the road with intentions so true but
a reputation not so much of the true, and a pretty girl -
preternaturally pretty - who, well...she's pretty, we'll give her
that.
And there were supporting characters aplenty. The father so grim
for he loved his special son and felt the weight of the world on
his shoulders about protecting him. The mother, big city girl gone
country with a yen for a boy of her own. The town jock who
terrorized the dear boy (and seemed immune to the smile) and
eventually paid his dues by joining up. The most magnificent of
bastards, with hair so flowing and regal. The dear best friend
barely given the chance to speak - well, until he found out about
the intrepid hero of the story.
And finally, there was the flippy girl. The best friend who pined
silently for the kid. She had a bright and cheerful smile, an
inquisitive mind, a snarky bite in her words and a drive
unparalleled.
Suprisingly, the preternaturally pretty piece of cardboard did not
become the favorite of many of the fans. No, for all her
prettiness, she lacked a certain...spark. A certain lifelike
quality. Many of the fans, they fell in love (or a strong like)
with the flippy girl. They saw her passion, her spark. They saw
the real friendship between her and the kid. And they identified
with that, the lovelorn who live on.
The flippy girl was great and glorious. She gave as well as she
got. She accepted what she could not change and cherished her
friends. She had drive. She knew what she wanted to do (and in
case the folks at the WB or Smallville have forgotten, it's be an investigative
reporter, hint, hint) and did it with much fervor.
She vigorously pursued the truth. She told it like it was. With
flippy girl, you could not help but know where you stood. For the
flippy was honest and forthright. The flippy was a true friend.
And the Powers That Be took that away.
*much booing and hissing*
Now we have a zombie, a flippy girl who has lost her flip. In
Vortex she cried near the boy she couldn't have (she would never
do that). In Heat there was much bitterness and acid-laden words
that contradicted her shrug it off nature. In Duplicity there was
a more normal flippy girl, but alas, she seems to have caught the
Best Friend of Three Lines bug and has very little to say. In Red
we again got more of normal flippy girl, but she seems to have
forgotten her obsession with that thing called the Wall of Weird
if she's willing to let the obvious Freak-of-the-Weekishness that
is the kid just walk out the door. And then there came Nocturne,
in which the investigative abilities of flippy go flying out the
window in favor of her apparent new occupation of choice:
Playstation deliveryman.
Poor flippy. Mere months ago she had so much promise. Much
snarkiness. Witty dialogue. Cute clothes (okay, every once in
awhile when she manages to outrun the Evil Fashion Nazi). There
were even kisses with cute boys, total episodes dedicated to her
flippiness and a date to the dance with the kid. All was good in
her universe (and ours).
And then the Summer Meanness Witch took over and did her best to
banish dear flippy from our thoughts. They decided to slowly faze
her out. First they had flippy act completely out of character.
Then they added the bitter, which the fans did not like. Then
there was the lack of lines and screentime. The thought being
what? We would not notice our flippy girl's disappearance?
Well, I am here to say, bring the flippy back! She's our girl. We
won't stand for this nonsense. Bring the flippy back to the show!
For without the flippy, the show has no body. And a show with no
body stays home on Tuesday nights all alone. No dates for a show
with no flippy.
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