It is 11:41 as I write this. I have been trying to go to bed since about 8:00 p.m., and besides having cruised past my own deadline, I have missed all opportunities to put my feet up, eat snacky things with Dave and let TV wash over me. That means I didn't get to see Fringe tonight. I hate it when that happens.
I did however, earlier in the day, get to catch up on Big Love. Ironically, I spent all afternoon sitting in my reading nook watching TV and relishing the two seasons I'd missed.
Not only have I been a fan since the (belated in Canada) beginning of this series, I've found it to be as strong every season, as star-studded, as well-acted, as full of surprises and as beautifully mounted as I could have hoped for.
And even better, it's been both a source for varied hairdos and a source of self-discovery.
At first, I watched it because friends in the US had raved about it---even though I wasn't sure about the morality of watching a series about polygamy. But I watch Dexter, so that debate ended rather quickly.
I admired the way the sister-wives treated each other: their generosity, their seeming lack of jealousy, their care of the family children and especially the way they seemed to complement each other.
I liked that no one got to be best-loved because they all had quirks and some of the characters were downright evil. I liked the slightly raffish feeling of seeing another culture through a keyhole; I kept wondering at every show if this was the one where everything fell apart. Did I mention I love Big Love?
Back to the thing about self-discovery: after a while, I started to challenge myself about why I was finding polygamy so acceptable, so easy to empathize with when it was such an obvious fact when I was younger that polygamy was wrong. Just plain wrong. I was actually getting to like Bill Henrickson---he was just a man who did his best and sometimes failed, but he did it in the context of a businessman/politician/community leader with three or four wives. He had depth, he worked hard for his family, he was fair but he was deep into The Principle and I didn't know how I felt about that. I remember feeling the same way about Communism. It seemed such a good idea from which people could profit spiritually and intellectually, but it was reviled by most people.
I started to make niggly comparisons with other faiths and other believers, and surprised myself by coming back to the old saw about bad apples in a basket didn't mean that apples in themselves were bad, or that the basket was at fault.
Somewhere along the line, I had an epiphany of sorts about tolerance and acceptance and one-size-fits-allness. I didn't expect polygamy to be the driver. Thanks, Big Love.