One of the first “essays” I ever wrote in elementary school was in response to the heavy question: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I am not sure this translates correctly in English, but there was a clear indication in the teacher’s inquiry this was about our professional aspirations. I correctly predicted at the age of six that I would move to “California, Beverly Hills” (which is one place) and inevitably be added to the cast of the epic tele-universe “Beverly Hills 90210″ Aaron Spelling produced. Without irony, I consider my watching of this show about bratty teenagers dealing with their brattiness as a key paragon in my successful and organic learning of the English language.
A week ago I got sick, with flu-ish symptoms. I rarely get sick and generally take my high-energy levels for granted. It was interesting to be totally not in control of my daily routine, unable to concentrate. I was also “bound” to my apartment by flu-ish symptoms too gauche to name. This series of events led to the conceptual representation of all of “Melrose Place” you will be encountering in picture form. The show is on Netflix, so I watched the first and last episode of all of its seven seasons. This might sound like a lot, but in reality I still remain the lazy sloth I will be if you let me: it mathematically equals to less than 5% of the show. (7 seasons x2 episodes=14 of 7 seasons x 32 episodes=224–> 7/112) Thus, the “ALL” claimed in the title of this article is a lie: the complexities of the human condition that captured the full and very serious attention of a global audience for seven years cannot be contained in the following screenshots. These images are a love tribute to “Melrose Place” for getting me healthy last week. RIP KIMBERLY!