It’s holy week and we all know what that means. It’s the start of the much-awaited, annual seventh heaven marathon! A weekend-long saccharine extravaganza with the emotionally expressive and Brady-esque Camdens. As I was channel surfing, I saw a scene quite common to this show—where Mrs. Camden asked them to pause for a while as they were en route to Church and gave a heartfelt, impromptu speech of how much he wanted to savor that particular moment because even if it was an ordinary occasion, it was memorable because they were all together.
Now this show gets a lot of flack for its sappiness and I know more than a few people who would have puked on themselves after a speech like that. We’re predisposed to feel disgusted by such a blatant expression of sweetness because it just seems unreal. It’s too good to be true. I may be hanging out in more church pews than the regular Juan but my telenovela-loving self believes this is not entirely impossible. I’ve personally seen people give speeches like this and though it can get nauseating, it can actually be nice and toasty and sweet. The Camdens are goofy and made-for-TV but I’d rather live with them than with most dysfunctional households I know.
They try their best to remain open, to resolve misunderstandings and help each other during challenging times. Wow, that is disgusting.
I’m no 7th Heaven supporter, I don’t even watch the show but really, why do we instinctively cringe at the first sign of wholesome sweetness? Do we despise it or do we secretly long for it? By quickly dismissing it as too sweet for real life, are we just trying to convince ourselves that our grossly imperfect family unit is as good as real life can get?
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