M and I are watching “Two and a Half.” Besides Alan, Charlie’s life looks easy: a house in Malibu, rarely works and now is marrying a woman who owns three apartment buildings. Specifically, she owns buildings in Brentwood and Marina Del Rey—pretty well to do areas of Los Angeles. She’s young and seems smart but in the real estate climate that this city has had for the last 10 years, this doesn’t seem likely.
This isn’t the only show where the characters live in homes that in real life they wouldn’t. For instance, would the twenty-somethings of Friends live in the enormous apartments on Manhattan? Would Old Christine have a house on Los Angeles’ west side, send her son to a private school and barely run a gym?
Thank goodness, they do. These unreal depictions make want to have real lives that reflect them. Because no matter how bad the situation, everything ends all right and everyone ends up where they want to be by the time their series finale ends (Seinfeld may be the exception). And there’s something hopeful about the chronic happy ending.