During this week’s New Girl, I kinda felt like I was watching an episode of Glee. The holiday was used as an opportunity for a lesson in self-acceptance; a reminder to be secure in where you are, and not to measure yourself against your peers. In this case, Nick was New Directions – a ragamuffin goofball who had to fight the pressure to be more like the Cheerios. Hasn’t the loft crew learned by now to stop trying to change Nick? It doesn’t work. He freaks out, then he gets offended, and then everyone feels bad that they ever doubted his value. And the cycle repeats.
This time, the issue was that Nick is getting cutesy. I mean, we all knew he was perfect for Jess, but now he’s proving it with pink sweatpants and turkey videos. Coach (immaturely) thinks his love is neutering him; I think it’s just the natural symbiosis of a good relationship developing. I think it’s a good sign! Yes, Nick’s settling in – but he’s not settling. Rather, he’s growing into his partnership with Jess, getting comfy. Is he cozying up for a long stay? I personally hope so, though I know the couple will always have its haters. It’s fair enough to hate on Nick and Jess as a weirdo couple, but we should all know by now not to hate on Nick as a weirdo individual. Please, that’s just common sense. Haven’t you ever watched Glee?
Remember that time the gang was stuck in the desert with a van and no keys, and they had to spend the night with the cold and the coyotes? It was pretty fascinating to see how everyone dealt with the situation. It was kind of like a character study in crisis management. This week’s episode was similar – an impromptu jaunt in nature illuminated the most defining characteristics of each of our beloved “New Girl”-ians. Like, of course Schmidt’s logical response to being in nature is to dress like Viggo Mortensen; he has no other instincts for dealing with life than to imitate celebrities. Of course Winston has to go camping even though he really hates it, because he NEVER gets a say; he’s the perpetual fifth wheel, forever. Of course Nick wants to hunt and forage for Thanksgiving dinner; his sense of the reality of the situation and the effort involved are just as off here as they ever are.
But this crisis also spawned some new revelations – this time about Coach. Turns out he’s a competent first aider, a skilled fire-starter, and kind of a gentleman when it comes to this sensitive Schmidt/Cece thing. For a character whose presence I’ve been pretty damn resistant to, this week’s episode kind of endeared me to him. Just barely, though. And I’m still dubious.
So, what did you think of this year’s New Girl Thanksgiving? Do you ever dream that you’re brushing a horse? How many beers does it take to make you sleepy? Hope your holiday is great – and that it includes a little more turkey and a little less fish-induced hallucination.
Hannah McIlveen is a freelance graphic designer and TV-obsessed writer living in Nova Scotia, Canada. She grew up riding horses and reading Roald Dahl books, got an art degree, and then spent the next several years moving around the country and watching television. Her greatest goals in life are to write good stuff, produce a web series, build a house with her husband, and have six cats at once. Hannah has contributed to BitchMagazine.org and is a staff blogger for the soon-to-launch TeenSized.com. She also writes her own daily blog, Click Watch Write. Hannah can be accosted on Twitter @ClickWatchWrite.