I work at home much of the time. Usually I watch C-SPAN. But I tripped over a show called CHARMED (more) that most of you probably already know and I find that I’m … well…charmed by it. In case you’re as clueless as I was, it’s a long-running Aaron Spelling (no surprise there) series about three sisters who learn that they’re witches — good witches of course — and not only good witches but the official CHARMED ONES. Apparently the power of sisters radically increases the power of witch-hood. Anyone with sisters could have told you that.
The longest running series with female leads, the show ran for 8 years and is now in multiple reruns on TNT, which is where I found them. They’re gorgeous, smart, sensible and dedicated to vanquishing evil and saving the world. Just like the rest of us, right? They love each other, they grow, learn, fall in love, have children, and fight demons with their powers — all at the same time.
I don’t know what it is. I have two sisters and we love each other and used to have sister power hugs every holiday when we were all together and now, with all of us over 50, still love each other and our sister power even through its occasional glitches and frayed moments. I love women — always have- and get what it is about us all that’s so wonderful. But none of that explains my affection for a television show about women younger than my sons and their do-gooding, loving, thrilling, gorgeous lives. I’m more of a West Wing/Six Feet Under/Sopranos kind of girl. Go figure.
I don’t think I’m going to try. Any time great, brave, committed, generous women are out saving the world – whether they’re Amy, Lauren and Maxine, Cagney and Lacey, CJ, Donna, Abbey and Amy, or Rose, Georgina, Lady Marjory and Mrs. Bridges, it’s a cause for celebration. So that’s what I’m doing. Celebrating the charm of the Charmed Ones and glad that they keep me company once in a while.
Charmed has long been one of my guilty pleasures. Enjoy!