The television sitcom The Big Bang Theory came to an end this week after being on for 12 seasons. The show has an ensemble cast of nerdy and geeky young scientists and their ditzy aspiring actress neighbor. They all come from such different worlds, and often they don’t understand each other’s little quirks. As the series went on, new characters were introduced, mostly to bring in love interests for the main characters. (Leonard didn’t need a new character; he ends up married to Penny, the aspiring actress).
I started watching that show in the middle of season 3, on the recommendation of nerdy and geeky friends. I stopped watching somewhere around season 8 or 9, I think. I don’t usually stop watching TV shows at all. I’m still watching Survivor after 19 years, and The Simpsons after 30 (although I’m not as excited about it anymore as I used to be, for a variety of reasons). I stuck with X-Files even during the mostly Mulder-free season 9.
Part of the reason I stopped watching The Big Bang Theory was that I was really busy for a while, and I just never caught up and never got back in the habit of watching it again. But part of it was that it just wasn’t as funny as the older seasons were. The show changed in a way that made it less relatable to me. As the show became more popular in the mainstream, they placed the characters in more mainstream situations, by which I mostly mean they all found significant others. Also, the characters felt more like Hollywood trendy elite’s stereotypes of what scientists and sci-fi aficionados are like, rather than what those people are actually like. (To some extent, though, this was true about the show from the beginning).
So, a year ago or so, they announced that this season would be the last, and I’ve been seeing commercials during Survivor and The Amazing Race that the last episode of The Big Bang Theory would be coming soon. I decided that the show deserved enough respect for me to tune in one last time. Apparently I had missed a lot in the last few years. Sheldon and Amy got married. Howard and Bernadette had kids.
The final episode was a good one. It still wasn’t the same kind of funny as the early seasons, but I think they did a good job of wrapping up the story. It was relatable to the mainstream, yes, but also enjoyable to someone like me. And that was sort of a theme addressed in the show… the unrelatable becoming surprisingly relatable. But I won’t give anything away.
Maybe I’ll have to go back and watch the seasons I missed someday… someday when I have time. Then I’ll feel like I know the complete story… because, you know, not having the complete story totally sounds like something Sheldon would freak out about.
That’s all for this week. I’m exhausted, and I can’t think of anything more profound to write about.