Hello, Offspring creators.
Today I learned you’re bringing back my once-favourite show, Offspring, for its seventh season.
I have a lot of confused feelings about this. Namely, they are:
- Frustration
- Surprise
- Frustration
- Frustration
- Frustration
You see, for me, Offspring is dead. It died two years ago when the camera panned to the lovably dysfunctional Proudmans getting a family photo, and then zoomed in on Nina, who epically breathed the word “ready”.
Offspring died in that moment, and as sad as I was to see it go, I knew in my bloomin’ loins that ending the season on that note – that glorious note – would’ve been the right decision.
LISTEN: Jessie Stephens and Laura Brodnik talk about whether or not Offspring should have come back this year. (Post continues…)
When ‘Neens’ and the gang returned to our screens this year, my tentative optimism gradually turned into disappointment and, finally, denial.
Season Six of my favourite show seemed like a shadowy spin-off, wielding only remnants of the Offspring the original creator, Debra Oswald, said goodbye to in 2014.
Its charm was a little less shiny, its dialogue a little more stilted. I didn’t believe the scenarios like I used to.
Nina’s awkward, haphazard nature suddenly jarred me. Jimmy was acting like a 12-year-old again. Patrick’s ghost was a haunting reminder of the show I once loved.