Letter #70.5: Eine Kleine BTSmusik
Good morning, Erin. I love storytelling tropes. Cliches. Literary conventions. They don’t even have to be done particularly well or employed cleverly for me to love them. Which is not a secret. And, I think, safe to say you are already very much aware. It’s not a blanket love, of course: simply being a cliche or trope doesn’t automatically endear me to whatever storytelling element we’re dealing with. I’m sure I’ve mentioned some of them, here and there, in terms of specific moments from specific shows, if not outright the trope itself. Though I tend not to harp on them, since my distaste for most of them never quite reaches a level equivalent for those that excite me—and you know I like to point out when those show up. (I mean, how many times have I mentioned the “oh no we have to pretend we’re dating” cliche? Enough that you recommended Be My Boyfriend to me, at least.) Even so, there’s one I’ve particularly never much liked, because I find it…insipid, in the same way adolescen...