I have caved.
In January, Lifetime began showing weekly hours of How I Met Your Mother. Feeling like I was left out from a lot of discussions going on around me—both in real life and online—I decided it was time to give it a real try. I’ve discussed here before that I watched the pilot with much anticipation, but was immediately turned off by the concept of Robin not being the mother.
Now I’m almost through the first season and I think it’s moved into my top ten favorite shows of all time.
How am I quieting my shipper heart?
I’m kind of not. I still hope there’s a loophole in which Robin is the mother.
And although I’m reluctant to say this, after that laser tag episode, I can see where everyone’s coming from on Robin/Barney. I’m not sure I’ll ever get there myself, but it didn’t make me throw up, so that’s something.
Mostly, I’ve realized that the ship stuff is such a small part of the show. It’s an important part—obviously, as the show is called How I Met Your Mother—but there’s so much more than that.
Every character is my favorite. From Barney’s ridiculous plans and catchphrases to Lily’s hilarious tales of kindergarten teaching, the whole show plays like a clever, modern Friends—only you’re not left wondering how Ross and Phoebe could ever be friends with each other. And when I saw the episode "Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM," which I watched in bed with my dog, tipsy with cell phone in hand, I knew this was a show that speaks to my generation.
Obviously, you’re sitting there going, “Caroline, this review is about three years too late.”
I know. I’m sorry. I’m behind the curve.
But I just wanted to say that I’ve caved, and I’m on board. By the next season premiere, I plan to be totally caught up and in the game with all of you.
(Also, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog was freaking amazing.)