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Murders, Politics, and Ding Dongs … or Why I Became a Fan of TNT

15 Aug

Seven years and now she’s gone. I’ve been with Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson every Monday night for seven years … even re-runs.

For seven years I’ve tuned in to see this neurotic, intelligent, quirky, Southern Belle, bad-ass Deputy Chief of the LAPD, played by Kyra Sedgwick, take the criminal down. But it wasn’t her strong will, bend-the-rules attitude or awesomeness as an interrogator that drew me in to The Closer. It was what she said in the first episode that got me. She overheard her fellow detectives talking about her at a crime scene and didn’t stay quiet.

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“If I liked being called a bitch to my face I’d still be married.”

Dude.

I was like who is this chick. And then she said:

“I never bluff, Sergeant. I merely express my optimism forcefully.”

I so wanted to be her friend. I tuned in every week to see how the case unfolded and how she was able to gather details and piece them together to solve the case. I loved how everyone, except for me of course, hated her in the beginning because they felt threatened by her. And then she slowly won them over by doing her job and doing it better than anybody.

Her southern accent didn’t even bother me. In fact I enjoyed her classic “Thank Youuuuuuuuuu” line. It was her polite way of giving people the finger. Some people just have a knack for doing clever stuff like that and believe me she mastered it with her “thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” I tried to study her quite closely.

And throughout all the crime and drama I was able to see that not only was she bad-ass, but she was also flawed. And I loved it! I loved that she was not perfect. She was conflicted and I tuned in every week. I had become a follower. Kyra Sedgwick made me a TNTenthusiast.

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It was probably the drama the drew me in as well — the fact that she was great at her job but couldn’t stand the inner workings of LAPD politics was drama in itself. She didn’t like to play games, and I loved that about her. This office politics crap happens to a lot of us in our every day jobs. I mean how many people are great at what they do, but then have to deal with the bureaucracy of the system. Most of the time Brenda bent the rules when it came to this, and most of the time she got in trouble. But she closed cases. Major crime type of cases. But when the politics got too much who was her ally? Who helped her out?

The cocoa bean.

She turned to chocolate. She indulged in it. When she was having a bad day, a bad office politics day, a bad district attorney who messed up and let the criminal get off kind of day, she’d open her drawer and search through the multitude of candy and find her favorite stress reliever: Ding Dongs –the chocolate mini masterpiece.

We were on a first name basis from this point on.

I was sad to see her go, but happy that she finally got that serial killer in the end. I swore the writers were going to mess it up and leave me with that empty you suck feeling of an unsolved case that plagued Brenda for seasons.

Thank God they didn’t leave me hanging with some ambiguous ending. That would have required a massive amount of Ding Dongs.

The Guilt Trip

3 Jan

You think you’re having a good day. I mean other than getting pee in the face while changing a diaper, things seem all right. You’re re-reading The Four Agreements in an attempt to maintain that new Zen outlook and then it happens…The Guilt Trip. It can happen over the phone, in person, through a Hallmark card, via email, or Skype. It creeps into any form of communication, like a bad cucaracha in the closet.

I can’t say I’m a big believer in it. I’m sure I’ve used it myself. I’m a thirty-five year old woman. I’ve had to have done it. It’s part of the chick secret handshake. But I can’t say I remember when I did it.

It’s a powerful tool used by many. Helps you find a needed dishwasher or a laundry folder. But I’ve realized I’ve never really mastered this quality. I use a different approach.

“I need you to do the dishes…or else I’ll be pissed”

“Yes…something is bothering me. Sit down. I’m-a tell you.”

“I’ve stayed up taking care of the baby the last five nights in a row, if you don’t get up tonight I’ll throw you off a bridge.”

“Yeah, that outfit does make you look like you belong in a Sir Mix A Lot video.”

I should master The Guilt Trip, but don’t really enjoy when it happens to me. It’s like taking steroids…some people do it and they know it’s wrong, but they want to win.

I have to read Cosmo or something to brush up on the subject. I’ve constantly been guilted into all kinds of household duties that require Ajax or allowing for a golf weekend with “the guys”.

It’s a powerful motivator. Completely underrated. And just when I realized I was trying to be guilted by someone today I thought… I walked the dog twice, vacuumed the house, swept the stairs, washed the dishes, sterilized the bottles, did some laundry, cooked dinner, bathed two kids, and put them sleep. Should I have remote control power to watch re-runs of Sons of Anarchy or The Closer instead of the Golf Channel…hell to the yes!

Giddy up!