Last night's episode was the final straw...
For all these years I've realized that George Costanza, unlike the other three main characters of the show, does not have ONE positive aspect to his personality or character. And not only that... He is fat, bald, and unattractive as well. Spend more than five minutes with him, and you'd soon realize that he's an idiot and a jerk. So the question remains, in what possible universe could he find all these women? And how could Jerry, a reasonably intelligent individual, remain friends with such a schlub all these many years? (Elaine and Kramer *do* have an excuse; they are friends with George by extension.) Does he just feel so sorry for such a loser? I can't answer this.
Make no mistake. I am a big fan of *Seinfeld*. It is one of the few television shows that can make me laugh out loud. But it also makes me angry. How George has remained alive in that sitcom world is beyond me. I vividly recall when he tried to make the young girl move over on her own sofa when he intruded into her family's lives in order to watch *Breakfast at Tiffany's*. The grinning smirk his melon-head achieved as he prodded her and cajoled her to move over... Christ! Had I been her father, I would have gotten a baseball bat and crushed his melon-head to pulp.
Can you guess which scenes I enjoy the most? One of my all-time favorites is when Melon-head and Kramer boarded a plane so the K-man could confront an old roomate who owed him some money. When the covict grabbed George and pulled him into the tiny bathroom, I cheered. It's just too bad his silent scream behind the window of the plane as the episode ended, did not emerge from swollen and blubbering lips. I would have opened a bottle of champagne to toast that one. Another favorite? In which episode did his face get crushed as the car he was in made a fast and severe turn? Was it when Peterman was taking Melon-head to his dying mother's bedside? I was praying the car door would be forced open so that portion of a ton of blubber could have bounced down the street.
(I'm starting to feel a little better...)
But this question of women, girlfriends, and relationships... In my heart of hearts I can believe that the schmuck known to the world as George Costanza could have survived without getting murdered by either his parents or someone else. *Somehow*, this could have happened. But how could he possibly attract any woman who was not as screwed up as he is mentally, emotionally, and physically? Decent looking women, even if they possess a heart of gold, would not even give that Melon-head the right time of day. Even in an alternate universe, this could not be possible. And yet it happens over and over and over again. Babe after babe after babe... (Hey! I thought Susan was cute and sexy.) Has anyone ever counted how many women he's been involved with over the years? It has to be a staggering figure. Yeah... I know this is television and it's not real. But this stretches belief beyond warp speed, funny animals who talk in cartoons, and the sincerity of talkshow hosts.
I guess you realize by now that I really hate George Can't-stand-ya. His misery brings me joy, and his joy makes me want to kick in the screen of my TV set. And you know what makes this so much worse? I've seen Jason Alexander twice out-of-character. Once and the Regis and Crappy Lee show (don't get me started with her!) and once on *Politically Incorrect*. In both instances I couldn't stand to listen to him. His body language and his manner of speech both seemed to want to prove that he is the antithisis of his character. It didn't work for me. False arrogance always has this effect on me.
Is there a point to this very long diatribe? No, not really... It's just something I wanted to get off my chest for a long, long time. A very good friend of mine worries when I go on about that asshole Melon-head like this. She keeps telling me it's only TV, it's not real, and there's no such person as George Costanza. That I should channel my energy into something positive and constructive. (She does agree that he all the things I say he is, but it doesn't rile her like it does me. She also kind of feels sorry for the bastard.) In a way, that's what I tried to do today. I wonder how many flames I'll receive on account of this? But my standard reply to her jibes, is this:
ART MAY IMMITATE LIFE, BUT LIFE IMMIATES TELEVISON
OK... Now I feel better... Time to go watch *Millennium*.
Peace.
Robert "Where the lion is, there is his kingdom." Waziri saying.