Note: There are NO spoilers in this post.
My family did not immediately jump on the Stranger Things bandwagon. We started watching from the beginning when the second season dropped. Yes. We were hooked.
You must understand this isn’t the type of show I would normally watch. I’m well aware that I love all things Star Wars, but generally speaking, I don’t do sci-fi. I also don’t like a lot of blood and gore. I’m fully cognizant that Stranger Things is all of the above.
However, Stranger Things has one component I cannot resist: Winona Ryder. Wi is and always has been a weakness for me. I love that woman with the intensity of 1,000 suns. I would watch her read the phone book and be entranced. She is a goddess.
Let me just get it out of the way: Winona is brilliant as Joyce. Joyce is a single mom with two boys. She will go to any length to protect her children. She is a total badass, and perhaps, a bit wacky. I can relate, and I love that about her. Stranger Things made me fall in love with Winona all over again. I would leave my husband for Wi.
Back to the show. Fans have been waiting for two years for the final installments of this brilliant masterpiece. It’s been a long two years. I have been so ready to jump back into the 80s and see if the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, will survive. Also, really, the world. Shit got real in season four, y’all.
This brings us to my other obsession with Stranger Things: it is set in the 80s. I’m a child of the 80s and remember them like it was yesterday. I love everything about the timing of this show—the clothes, the hair, and, most importantly, the music. It is like reliving my youth except with monsters and crazy shit.
I think every Gen Xer on the planet tuned in to watch for this very reason. The Duffer brothers, who created the show, have written a breathtaking love letter to the ’80s and I’m totally here for it. I love every second of the big earrings, headbands, mom jeans, and permed hair.
Sure, I get a little stressed with all the blood and gore. That is really not my jam, but I can’t take my eyes off of Hawkins, Indiana. I love this show and every badass character. Props to my boy, Steve “The Hair” Harrington and his epic mullet, here. He is a kick-ass dreamboat. I would have SO had a thing for Steve in high school.
So, we got four new episodes on Thanksgiving. My family gobbled those up about as quickly as we did Thanksgiving dinner. It had been too long since we visited Hawkins. I loved all four episodes. I want more. Lots more.
I will have to wait for Christmas for the next installment. I may explode before then. Finally, at long last, the finale will come on New Year’s Eve. I don’t know if my heart can take it.
I will be sad to leave Hawkins for good, but I know I will go out with a bang. Thank you, Duffer brothers, for creating this fucked up world starring my girl, Winona Ryder. I’ve loved every second. I will miss my 80s friends. Even with all the monsters, Hawkins was a better place in the 80s than where I resided. Long live Joyce and the whole Hawkins gang.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
