I study the love affair between Jim and Pam of The Office with curious intensity. I think it’s real. Or at least, I use it as a proxy for what that stage of love is like. How are you suppose to feel, think, and behave when you’re getting married? You’re suppose to get the world’s tiniest Bluetooth headset and listen to your lover’s every conversation? Ok! I replay what Jim and Pam say to each other. I plan out the next steps in their relationship. I look for my own Dwight Shrute to befriend and prank on a daily basis. I speculate about potential sources of conflict (you do know that Pam wants to go back to NYC and that Jim will go with her, don’t ya?). I measure my own relationships against this make believe world. Pam and Jim have off-days, so can I!
Jim and Pam are in love. I love how they got there: they fell in love gradually without drama or artifice. It wasn't love at first sight; it was love built over lots of boring and semi-fun days at the Dunder Mifflin office.
Jim & Pam's passsion for each other is well grounded in reality. No boob jobs here! They love each other because they share the same sense of humor and love to make each other laugh! Jim supports Pam in her aspirations. Pam supports Jim. Jim worries about what Pam will think of him buying his parents house. Jim wants to buy Pam a house. It's awesome. It's what two people acting as a single unit is all about.
But honestly, I want more from them. Once they've realized that the world can give life to their love, how can they live without that same magic, intensity, and joy in other aspects of life? Now, they don't need to write each other love peoms or adopt an Ethopian orphan and name it Zahara. Or do anything out of character. But I do want them to do more. I want them to have friends that they like and enjoy socializing with. I want them to thwart the daily lives they find so dumb and boring. I want Jim to exercise his god-given ability to lead and lead something. Anything really. A troupe of girl scouts would do. I want Pam to give in to her desire for boldness. I want Pam to admit her love for the big city, move to NYC, and make a go of an art career. Or at least try to sell her doodles on Etsy.com. (And, for god sakes Pam, puhlease stop wearing cardigans!)
This post would be remiss without a link to Hulu, so here it is!