Recently, I was forwarded an email apology by OB Tampons. Apparently, they’d had some supply and demand issues in 2011 and produced a personalized video apology with a handsome dude singing the recipient’s name to make it all better.
Strange. Of all the things that should render someone apologetic during my period, an empty store shelf never even made my Top 10.
But at least OB made the effort – menstrual women being so hyper-sensitive, and all.
I wish others could be so responsible and understanding of our feelings. This month, I have, once again, bid adieu to friends who came into my home on a somewhat weekly basis.
We became close. We bonded over my PVR.
Then one day … poof! Some network executive decided the viewing numbers weren’t high enough to extort airtime rates that could feed a family of four for a year from advertisers who already have other options for peddling their wares.
And suddenly, MY shows have been cancelled.
Now, I’m a reasonable gal – most of the month.
I realize that others didn’t always share my affection for the crass but lovable southern gals of GCB.
Or that AE’s Breakout Kings was a critical hit but couldn’t collect the numbers.
But what about the shows that dragged us into a mystery and then left us hanging?
Awake flipped us back and forth from one reality to another. And then in the last minute of the last episode ever … they gave us another.
Theories are bouncing around the ether world of the Internet. (Personally, I think Detective Britten’s Red world was the real one and when it went bad, as he sat in his jail cell his mind chose to believe in the Green world with its better outcome.
Then, when his shrink started questioning that ending, he put her on hold and tried a third reality where both his wife and son were alive. So right now, he’s still in his cell drooling.)
But what annoyed me is that the show’s creator didn’t have an answer for us.
In an interview, he claims that he and his writers hadn’t gotten that far.
Are you kidding me?
Unforgettable drew me in with the promise of an old murder solved then … nothing. And what the heck happened to Alcatraz’s 63s that caused them to jump through time? And who did it?
As a kid, I could never put a book back unfinished – no matter how bad it was.
I had to see it through to the end. I needed the answers.
And that’s all I ask. Authors often write an epilogue even when it’s not completely necessary. So why can’t the writers post an explanation when a show ends prematurely?
Why not acknowledge our loyalty with a little quid pro quo?
If a tampon company will go so far to protect our relationship, why can’t TV?
You can see the video apology for yourself here.
