When I was wee, I misheard the term “soap opera,” instead interpreting those sounds as “soap bopper.” I still think soap bopper is a cooler term overall, and apparently I’m not the only one who misheard this term (as a Google search informs me).
Never thought I’d actually get into soap boppers, though. Now I’m thoroughly addicted to Degrassi: The Next Generation, which is a serial show focusing mainly on Canadian high schoolers and the crazy shit they get themselves into. It’s not at all like my own high school experience, but it’s fascinating nonetheless. I think I find it fun to engage in teenage problems as a voyeur, from the relative safety of my late twenties.
It’s a little ironic that these days I may spend half an hour searching for decent downloads of Degrassi episodes to feed my habit, yet I’m pretty sure I’m not going to my 10 year high school graduation. I scoff at the ticket prices and the fact that the reunion events are being held in clubs which I would probably never enter under normal circumstances. Truth is, I only had a few close friends in high school, and most everyone else I avoided out of social awkwardness. I don’t think my reunion interactions would be that much different, except that I could be drunk. But I can do that at home, too.