You know what Buffy did when she had to choose between the guy she wanted and saving the world? She fucking killed the guy. Duh. Sometimes you have to kill what you love to save the world. That’s a real story. Ripping off your shirt to show off your sparkle and cliff diving because you can’t live without a guy is fetishized 50s porn. When the sum total of your choices is – should I screw this guy or should I screw this guy? – you’re living in a pretty boring world.
C’mon now, people. Where’s my backlash against the backlash?