My mom’s box of Christmas presents finally arrived, containing (among other things) my long-awaited DVD box set of My So-Called Life. The Snook had never seen it, so we sat down the other night to watch the pilot. It was… uncomfortable. On so many levels. I remembered it being more funny and less angst-y. Where was the funniness? (I’ll cut ’em some slack; it was the pilot.) Also, Jared Leto is so not as attractive as I’d remembered. He’s just a jerk and I feel embarrassed for both Angela and myself for liking him. Further embarrassment was provided by the clothes. Why did I ever wear grunge? Why didn’t any of us realize that flannel baby doll dresses are never a good idea? Don’t get me wrong; it’s still a great show (as evidenced by the fact that I compulsively watched the next five episodes in one sitting today). But somehow it’s also embarrassing, you know? It reminds me that I used to be a totally different person, and that person can still make me cringe.