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Posted by on May 8, 2013 in Justine Kolsky, Pop Culture, Television | 0 comments

Full House, Heavy Heart

xtra-bacon-full-house-rebootEvery Tuesday night at 8pm, I had the privilege to stay up and watch my favorite show, Full House. I was 7 and even then, I knew it was a guilty pleasure but I loved it so much I swallowed my pride and embraced it. I would sit on the bottom bunk and watch the TV through the wooden ladder that led up to the top bunk. An obstructed view was no issue because this my friend, was the life. My sister was 13 at the time and there was no way in hell she would watch it on her own, but she allowed me to enjoy my program every Tuesday out of the kindness of her heart (and because we shared a room and my dad gave me permission so she really had no choice).

I don’t cry. Well sometimes I do, but it’s rare and always hidden by my hands. I literally just cover my face with my hands, and let it out until I feel I’m ready to stop. I vividly remember the first time I was moved while watching television. Michelle had picked up horseback riding and it was sooo important for her to do well because her friend/opponent was a stuck up little bitch and she had something to prove. She wanted to prove that you could be good at something without being a little bitch. So she entered the competition and you know what? Shame on Danny because he let her, knowing that she wasn’t ready yet. She wasn’t ready to be an equestrian in San Fran. And we all know what happens next; Michelle falls off of the horse during the competition—end scene.

I remember feeling shocked that she fell off the horse but I was hopeful that she would be okay. I had to wait an entire week to find out what happened to Michelle after the accident. When Tuesday night at 8pm finally came around that next week, I couldn’t even contain my anxiety as I sat and watched the “previously on Full House” portion. And then, the time came. Michelle was okay! She’s back from the hospital! Oh look, she’s wearing an adorable red shirt! Wait, something is off. Why is she acting a fool? Why doesn’t she know who she is? Why is everyone so sad? Danny Tanner later explained to me why all of this was happening. Michelle hit her head and was experiencing “amnesia” which basically means she doesn’t know what the FUCK is going on. I couldn’t even finish the episode. I just cried myself to sleep because I felt so sad for her, but more selfishly, I was deathly afraid of this happening to me. Once the devastation wore off, I was able to have my sister tell me how the episode ended and I wasn’t as upset. Full house didn’t just teach me to be deathly afraid of hitting my head, it taught me so much about adolescence and the normalcy of everyday life. For example, growing up with three grown men was normal, right? Oh, three grown men aren’t enough? You want to add in Becky and the twins? Okay, sure that all seems very feasible. But I didn’t care about feasible because I was 7. I was just a second grader trying to understand how life worked and what I should expect when I start to get boobs. Gia made me understand why I should never hang out with the “cool kids” if I didn’t want to, DJ helped me come to the realization that you need to EAT if you want to workout and lose weight, Kimmy taught me that women can be repulsive just like men, Michelle taught me that “you got it, dude” was a perfectly acceptable response to any question or comment, and Uncle Joey taught me to “cut it out”.  These are all valuable lessons that should be conveyed to the youth. So thank you, Full House for providing me with that.

Justine Kolsky

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Justine Kolsky is a writer for Rookerville. Aside from trying to perfect her twerk, she likes to spend her time being cold and sarcastic to her peers. Tell her I said "hello", she'll know what it means.

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