Melora Fugdin

You know, it always makes me sad when somebody goes only halfway.

If Melora Hardin is going to go Blossom, she needs to go FULL Blossom – there ought to be culottes, for instance, and calf-height socks. And a BIGGER flower on her hat, which probably needs to have some kind of checkerboard or paisley pattern.

Oh, it would still be bad, all right, but at least it would work as an homage and evoke special memories of the time Blossom had to decide if she was ready to go to second base, or she cries to pass her driver’s test, or her ex-boyfriend goes into a coma, or she decides Six has an eating disorder because she pukes one time. Or the time Blossom’s grandfather tried to talk her out of going to college by telling her a story about World War II (no, really). Then we could all join hands and sing “My Opinionation” as we skip to the nearest bar to drink all those memories straight out of our heads.