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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Robin Scherbatsky

I like Robin Scherbatsky because she’s not the typical character you often see on TV, especially not sitcoms (or at least, not on the sitcoms I watch).  Female journalists are a dime a dozen in movies and TV, but not many of them were named after their fathers, raised as boys until puberty, became female pop stars as an overcompensation, own five dogs, and like guns to an almost obsessive degree.  Robin’s interesting to me because she’s a mass of oddly complementary contradictions.  She’s a Guy’s Girl who likes sports, guns, and beer, but she’s not one of those women who dislikes other women – she deeply values her female friendships, especially with Lily.  She seems to want love and companionship with a man, but values her independence.  She often doesn’t know how to “be a girlfriend” when she’s in relationships, an experience I think most women can relate to.  She struggles between finding the balance between life and work, between her values and her desire to get ahead in the world, between Relationship!George and Independent!George.  She doesn’t always get it right (and the show doesn’t always get it right, either), but she tries, and she learns, and she picks herself up every time, and I love it.

Now, I don’t have much in common with Robin.  In fact, the character I relate to most is Ted Mosby (the “I” in the How I Met Your Mother, the hopeless romantic who loves telling stories as much as he loves showing off his knowledge of the finer things in life and correcting people’s grammar.  But Robin amuses me and she’s pretty well-rounded, and she brings back fond memories of watching Bob and Doug McKenzie on The Great White North, eh?

Also, she’s Robin Sparkles.  The day “Let’s Go to the Mall” becomes available at karaoke bars everywhere (other than the Hoser Hut) is the day I can die happy.

Robin Scherbatsky Quotes

I'm no VIP, I'm not even an IP, I'm just a lonely little P sitting out here in the gutter.

I'm a genetic goldmine! No family history of diabetes or heart disease, and everyone has non-porous teeth and perfect eyesight. I had one schizophrenic uncle, but even he had perfect vision... which was unfortunate for the people around the bell tower he was in.

What are these guys thinking? I am waaay past my "dating prisoners" phase. I mean, hello, I'm not 19 anymore.

Hey Don, it's Robin again. Look, I am sorry for all the calls. I saw you on the news, it made me crazy for a minute, I guess I wasn't as over our breakup as I thought. But I wanna say from the bottom of my heart, I am gonna kill you. ...No, I'm not. I mean, I'm happy for you. ...and that Asian slut on your Facebook page, she's dead too.

I'm going to fly to Chicago, kill you, put your stupid face on a deep dish pizza and eat it. And then maybe catch a Bears game. But mostly the killing and eating your face thing.

Fun fact. Each year my mom has Easter tea with her friend named Bunny. Okay not that fun.

My panties would hit the floor so hard they'd end up halfway to China.

Look, I hate most babies, but your baby; I'm going to love that kid so much. I'm going to pick it up and everything.

The stink eye walk by? oh hell no! I hope this drink isn't teething because it's about the get nursed.

The point is you can't trust graduation goggles. They are just as misleading as beer goggles, bridesmaid goggles and that's just a bulky outdated cell phone in his front pocket goggles.

OK, if you were new in town and just ingested an eighth of a sandwich where would you go?

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