This article on TV Boyfriends kicks ass:
Real boyfriends have annoying little quirks and disturbing physical imperfections that inevitably leave me disgruntled and disillusioned, wondering what I ever saw in them in the first place. TV Boyfriends, on the other hand, are consistently appealing. They're invariably good looking, even the worst villains don't make any serious demands, and when you get bored with one of them you can just change the channel and find another to suit your particular mood: Feeling a little devious? It must be a Ryan O'Reily day! Picked on at work? No problem – Detective Elliot Stabler is waiting in the wings to mete out a well-deserved perp-smack or two to the offending party.
Yep, when push comes to shove, the TV Boyfriend has it all over the real one.
Of course, there are fictional TV boyfriends and non-fictional TV boyfriends, and, up until about a week ago I always came down firmly on the side of the fictional ones. It's a lot less messy.
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So, although I'll admit to getting a bit wobbly-kneed over Anderson Cooper's choked-up Katrina reporting, I really don't have that much use for the living. Besides, I like my TV Boyfriends to have a little edge to them. I mean, really - if you're already living on the other side of reality, you might as well go for broke, right?
But a few weeks ago all that changed when my dark and mysterious fictional felons were swept aside by the blazing glory of the Ultimate Good Guy TV Boyfriend: Special Prosecutor Patrick J. Fitzgerald.
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Clean-cut, articulate, and unabashedly principled, "Fitz," as he is referred to on progressive blogs, laid out his case against Scooter Libby with devastating precision while I hurriedly ticked off china patterns in my Williams-Sonoma catalogue. By the time he got to the reporters' questions, I was already filling out a registration form at BabiesRUs.com, even as the corroded gears of my rusted-out biological clock slowly began creaking to life. Read the rest, it's well worth it.