Eli Stone (and why tv is bad) :)
Friday, January 30th, 2009So I occasionally watch some television shows online. One show I used to watch was Eli Stone. Although I found it really dorky and the acting was bad too, but I enjoyed it.
Anyway, ABC announced that they were cancelling the show back in November. Then a couple weeks ago or so it just ended. There are still four episodes out there, but ABC is not showing them. Eli Stone is off ABC’s website and everything.
I wondered if the cancellation had anything to do with the last episode they aired. The last storyline involved Eli’s pregnant coworker who was informed by her doctor that her protein levels were high (which I guess shows possible Down Syndrome in the baby). Her first thought was abortion. Then all she did was worry about having to do an abortion if the child was going to be different. I didn’t really think they would do an abortion on the show, so I started to think that maybe they were introducing a special needs child onto a mainstream television show. I thought that would be great! You know, to show how the parents dealt with their baby whom they would love a great deal.
Instead the baby was perfectly fine. Yea. Relief. The baby gets to live.
Did you get my sarcasm? Ooh! It just made me so mad. Can’t have disabled children on television unless they serve some sympathetic plot point! Can’t have this TV beauty queen have an “imperfect” child. (Even though it would have made her character the least bit interesting for once!)
Maybe my reaction is overblown. After all, how many times have people like minorities complained that Hollywood is only geared toward its own ideas about beauty? But I still don’t like the show for this move. And after their whole Autism-is-caused-by-childhood-vaccines episode which led stupid people to not vaccinate their children, the show was on thin ice with me anyway.
I used to read a lot of romance novels. I remember after Lali was born, my friend, Rachel, let me borrow a couple romance novels while I was on maternity leave to get my mind off things. But they were hard to read. They were Nora Roberts books (my favorite), but Nora is famous for good writing, likable, relatable characters, and the perfect babies those characters make together. No disabled children. Then I started wondering why there were no romance novels about a girl in a wheelchair falling in love? Or a story about a young man finding someone with arthrogryposis beautiful? (I’m not talking about sex books here, just romance stories.) I remember one time while on maternity leave I was holding a Nora Roberts book and smiling because I was thinking about how beautiful Lali was and how she would one day have a story like this. But then fear hit me like a car at 90mph–what if she never finds romantic love? What if she never has a Charley of her own to love?
And you all know my own personal conviction that everyone needs a Charley. (I’m just saying. You all know the world would be a better place.)
But now another fear is gnawing at me: What if the mainstream culture makes her feel less valuable? Less wanted? Less beautiful? Like something you just kill off, survival-of-the-fittest style?
I guess in all honesty I’m just bummed that the imaginary TV characters didn’t have a special needs child. In the 40 minutes it took for them to introduce the conflict of possibly having that child, to the end of the show when the doctor called to say everything was fine, I had gotten my hopes up about this TV series showing the world (or whoever watches the show) how it’s not the end of the world to have a baby with a disability. Viewers would have watched this child grow with the seasons and touch people’s lives. It could show how (after an adjustment period) “normal” people can have a “normal” life with a special child.
But I guess TV people aren’t normal, and aren’t allowed the luxury of having the best, most interesting kids in the whole world to love.


