A Cosmo Confession

I think that Cosmo is a really trashy magazine, representative of the decay in home grown, family values. However, I really enjoy the "Confessions" section of the magazine, where women anonymously confess their most lurid and twisted secrets. My confession is really embarrassing for an indie kid like me; I was obsessed with the WB drama Dawson's Creek for its entire six-year run. Dear blog reader, you may be saying right now, so what?

Sadly, my obsession reached epic geek proportions, mainly because Dawson's Creek was filmed in my Home Country of North Carolina, only a mere 3 hour drive east to Wilmington or "Wilmywood," as we locals call it. My friends (who shall remain nameless) and I would drive to Wilmington, a city at the very edge of North Carolina, where there wasn't much to do besides bum around on the beach (an activity a nature-hater like me avoided like an anorexic dodges cookies). We would drive around the downtown area aimlessly for hours and watch for cameras and large overhead lights - imminent signs that Dawson's Creek was filming.

After many failed attempts, the glorious day of success finally arrived! We had found the holy grail - the cast in their faux prom night glory! There was Pacey aka that Canadian hottie Joshua Jackson - in a tux! There was Andie aka an aging actress in her 30s playing a high schooler a la Gabrielle Carteris on Beverly Hills 90210, in a purple, satiny concoction! There was Jack, the gay character who added an extra dose of political correctness to the show! My nameless friends and I all screamed in excitement. I started to hyperventilate, and praised Allah for his beneficence.

We watched them film a scene for the next 3 hours. Basically it consisted of Pacey and Andie walking down a sidewalk over and over and over again. A movie set seems like an exciting glamorous place, but it's really not. The most noteworthy thing that happened that night was when one of my nameless friends, Raabia, yelled to Pacey, "You're so hot!" and he looked slightly frightened and awkward.

In retrospect, the whole night was super-lame - watching two cast members walk down a street multiple times and not being able to hear what they are saying should not be the happiest day of your life . But when you are 16 and super-lame and have lived a restricted, oppressive, Moslem life, then seeing third-rate celebrities (who didn't amount to hill o' beans post WB) walk down a street becomes a magical night to remember.

--By Mariam, who eagerly awaits Farrah and Ashot to get tired of studying so she can eat something (gasp!).