I'm calling out all those who are still denying their love for cheesy TV series to offer a one minute of silence for the great
producer Aaron Spelling. He died due to complications of a stroke at the age of 83. Spelling is best known for adding color to television through the most memorable series in TV history. I was a kid in the 70s as I became a fan of Starsky and Hutch, while my older sister would dress up like Farrah Fawcett in Charlie's Angels. I could have told her back then that the only thing she shared with Fawcett was the blonde hair and the huge vacuum between their ears. The original Angels are better, with Jaclyn Smith as the hottest. The new gals suck, although I adore Drew Barrymore so much. Then in the 80s, Spelling gave us the historical Dynasty. My mother was a huge fan as she and my father's paramour would catfight ala Joan Collins vs Linda Evans. I even remember my mom using a line from Dynasty to my dad two weeks before the divorce.
As an adult in the 90s, I got hooked to Beverly Hills 90210, which spawned legions of teen drama copycats. My girlfriend back then dumped me for a guy who she said looked like Jason Priestley. I thought of her as the bad girl like Shannen Doherty. I felt bad for Aaron for failing to give her own
daughter, Tori, a career. But thank God there was Seventh Heaven, a show repleted with moral values which men find hard to assimilate while jerking off to Jessica Biel. But my greatest guilty pleasure would be the endless bed-hoppings, spouse-swappings, make-out-every-five-minutes in Melrose Place. We saw Marcia Cross before becoming a desperate housewife, and Heather Locklear still looking fabulous just like in her TJ Hooker days.
