On Buffy the Vampire Slayering Me

I honestly really relate to her character. I know exactly how she feels; you've got a normalife of classes which, technically, are braindead but also a bit like driving on the highway: And if you show up drunk or don't pay an absolute minimum of attention, fascists who sign forms will try to lock you up. But she also has this other secret, fathomless life that a few quirky but supportive, weirdo friends get—but everyone else thinks she's delusional; there's some stuffy guy in charge shows you which dusty books to read; and for the most part it's just yourself on your own surrounded by fCbIA vampire rape-Nazi crosses.

One usually ends up dating some über-attractive, but thoughtful, version of the hostiles' enemy in love.

As for the actual dæmonic, bloodsucking wraiths and invisible, stalking creatures hellbent on destroying that which is both human and feels merely for the purposes of satiating their tyrannical bloodlust and sake of social relations; all that needs to be done is hit 'em once and they die—if things start to get out of control, you write a letter to Congress—but I can honestly say I fully identify with just about every aspect of Sarah Michelle Gellar's performance in the few episodes I have reviewed after really not paying that much attention because I had girls to try and, but not, screw: It was the 90's, I was in high school.