I guess I’m a “shipper”. Before tonight, I didn’t even know such a term existed. I needed clarification after being told that I, myself, am one. Apparently, I’m one of those who watches a television series hoping that the two main characters will evolve into a relationship. Sort of like a new age Dolly Levi. I watch House MD and can’t wait for him to jump into bed with Cuddy after only, um, six seasons.
Never mind the fact that “Moonlighting” saw the death knell of its show when Sybil and Bruce did the nasty, never mind the fact that Cheers had to bring on a second girl for good old wig-wearing Ted Danson to keep ratings up.
I’m a “shipper”, now. I want happy relationships all around.
Well of COURSE I do! Wouldn’t you? Don’t you want like-minded souls who have chemistry to end up together? In a world so full of chaos, is it too much to ask that we allow a few souls, here and there, to find happiness?
Does race make a difference? Does age? Does sex? I’ve always been taught that love is a gift, no matter who or where it comes from.
If it’s love, the Lord don’t mind. We all need more love in this world.
I say take it where you get it. And enjoy every moment of it. Every lovin’ moment.