There were not even twenty episodes of My So-Called Life, yet the show has, if you’ll excuse the sloppy (semi) pun, lived on long past its original air date of August 25th, 1994. The one-hour drama centered around Claire Danes as 15-year-old Angela Chase was nothing short of captivating.
Jordan Catalano was the perfect leading man for Angela Chase. That is to say, he was entirely wrong for her, but he was irresistible. That’s how it goes. Our desires are never hardwired for what is easily attainable. Jordan was inarguably frustrating and equally endearing with his enigmatic quality. Not to mention his effortless vibe of ‘cool’.
Angela was barely a bleep on Jordan’s radar for more than a momentary sighting, but as love (young or old) can go - she was enamored with him so strongly his pull on her was significant and at times all-consuming. When a girl thinks you lean in a great way - the crush is considerably far-reaching.
“I’m in love. His name is Jordan Catalano. He was left back, twice.
Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz.
He’s always closing his eyes, like it hurts to look at things.“
Teenage girls these days may never truly recognize the appeal of Jordan. Then again, Jordan may be the James Dean of cool, his flannel shirts as iconic on him as a leather jacket on James.
The dispiriting aspect of icons is that often they remain more powerful when taken away before we’re ready for them to leave. Jordan sauntered in and out of scenes on the show with total disregard for other’s (teachers, friends, Angela), including the offscreen viewers who wanted more. But it was this very replicated routine that echoed real life (how often do you truly get to see your bigtime crush? it’s never enough) and made you feel the ardent sense of longing that Angela felt.
Jordan never let you get a satisfying grasp on him. Once you thought you understood something and finally learned a secret (being dyslexic = no wonder he’s such a slacker) - he changed. Or he would be perfectly human and make a mistake (sleeping with Angela’s best friend). Or you would fail to realize the downfalls of romanticizing him (the song he wrote called ‘Red’ = wasn’t really about you, but his car). His appeal might never have been forever steady, but to make him without flaws would to have made him boring - uninteresting, a character to forget.
And I remember Jordan very well.
I wonder what an aged version Angela, in 2008, would say to Jordan now. Though, I imagine it might go something like this… Continued
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