This week we'll go with everyone’s favorite last-resort network, ABC Family, and their current money-maker, The Secret Life of the American Teenager.
From what I’ve seen, The Secret life of the American Teenager was created for one of two reasons: 1. to talk about the important and serious issue of sex and teen pregnancy, or 2. to scare the shit out of every parent in America.
If somebody had ever told me not to watch Secret Life because it was only going to be about sex, I would have bet them that they we were wrong. Maybe they will deal with a few story arcs of sex, maybe even half a season will deal with the idiosyncrasies of sex, but the whole thing would not be about that; that’s too predictable, too obvious. There are more secrets in a teenager’s life than sex. Well luckily nobody ever told me that so that I could not bet them because I would have been dreadfully, dreadfully wrong. Practically every other word in this series is “sex”; its everywhere, like a villain stalking the shadows behind someone, whispering its name as they go: “--sex--”. I remember hearing and talking about sex in high school(“--sex--”)but damn! It makes me feel glad that I was out of the loop back then.
Secret Life was developed a decade ago by 7th Heaven creator Brenda Hampton, who first pitched the idea to FOX. Since it was a show that dealt with teen pregnancy and the ever-present issue of sex in high school(“--sex--”), FOX naturally and conservatively rejected it. After being rejected by the CW network and Lifetime(which baffles me), Hampton finally landed the project on ABC Family. Ironically, the original title for the show was going to be The Sex Life of the American Teenager (“--sex--”)but was changed when it was discovered that Googling that title brought up a bunch of pornography websites.
The show centers around 15-year old Amy Juergens, who goes to summer band camp(oh band camp), loses her virginity and subsequently gets pregnant(oooooh band camp). She, and the father-to-be, must then learn to deal with the consequences of her actions. Along the way, Amy discovers that she’s not the only one who is currently dealing with major issues.
As usual, everyone in high school is. The students of Ulysses S. Grant high school in Gloucestor, Massachusetts are raging with hormones(“--sex--”), but as we learn more about them, we find that hormones are the least of their problems, or should be. Head cheerleader Grace Bowman has taken a vow of abstinence until after marriage and medical school, an announcement that her football-team-boyfriend Jack does not like at all; school “bad boy” Ricky, in addition to being the father of Amy’s baby, must struggle with his commitment problems, as well as his domestic-abusing, child-molesting, drug-addicted father. He is seen in therapy quite a good deal during episodes of this show. Geek-with-rich-father Ben, and Amy’s REAL boyfriend, must learn to live life without sex(“--sex--”)and also support Amy(for those of you who are familiar with Lizzie Mcguire, Ben’s a lot like Gordo). And, of course, no high school is complete without its more…well…sluttish characters. In this show, so far, there is only one. Her name is Adrian Lee, and she likes sex(“--sex--”). She’s also an excellent student, and has a missing father whom she finds mid-way through the series.
In addition to the high school crowd, there is an army of adults and parents, lead by long-time teen pregnancy awareness activist Molly Ringwald, who plays Amy’s mother.
When the show premiered, it was received well by ABC Family audiences all across the country. Of course, that did not stop critics from bashing the crap out of it right from the start. Most major newspapers, unsurprisingly, find the show cheesy and unsophisticated, whereas critics in small places like Orlando, where family values and happiness are actually practiced, absolutely adore it.
I feel as though ABC Family has a secret agenda of some kind here. Maybe they are transmitting subliminal messages underneath the broadcasting signal or something
(“--sex--”), because its hard to believe that what people see and hear on the surface is purely what the writers want people to hear and see. If, during my young, innocent years as a high schooler, I pulled my parents aside one day and told them I was having lots of sex, two things would be true: 1. I would be lying., 2. My parents would be shocked, get mad, tell me to stop and never do it again, ground me, and, over time, grow to accept what had happened and(maybe!) let it go. Other people’s parents might forbid them from going on dates ever again, or send them off somewhere to get some help---basically a fearful reaction and a lot of worry. However, things are apparently different on this show. When their kids tell them that they are having sex, the parents reactions are almost the exact opposite. I’m half-expecting them to say “That’s ok. Is it nice?”. All in all, I guess it really isn’t a bad thing to see parents be so accepting. I can imagine teenagers would want that, which could be the message that ABC Family is trying to send out to parents. That, and I’m sure that a network with the word “Family” in it would not want fearful, aggressive parental models to be broadcast nationwide, unless they are locked up in the show.
My only other problem with this show is how quickly the characters jump from one trait to another in the blink of an eye. An example would be Adrian: in one episode, she’s crying and comes to the revelation that God is telling her to stop having sex; then, in the next episode, we see a scene after she’s just had sex again, and she’s happy, content, possibly even proud of herself. This kind of “trait swing” can be seen in the other characters as well. I just don’t fucking get it.
Believe it or not, I actually like this show for what it is: cheesy and dramatic. When I watched my very first episode of it, I scoffed at how ridiculously over-the-top the entire script was. I had to stifle a laugh at some of the acting(I cut them a lot of slack though. It was hard being a teenager; I can’t imagine what it must be like to have to act like one). I was about ready to fart in the general direction of the television when all of a sudden one of the actors from the show appeared on the screen, smiling and beckoning me to support the National Campaign to Prevent Teen & Unplanned Pregnancy, as well as telling parents and teens who might be watching to communicate with one another about sex. It was then that I started to like this show. I watched another episode after that, and found myself suddenly forgiving all the cheesiness and drama. It reminded me of something.
For my generation, shows like this were over before we even got into high school. Seeing this brought back memories of shows like Family Matters, Saved by the Bell, and Boy Meets World. I remembered the Tanner family wishing everyone at home a Merry Christmas and happy new year; Zack, Kelly, Slater, Jessi, Screech, and Lisa urging me not to drink(even though I don’t think some of them actually followed that advice). It brought back memories of Cody Lambert, Carl Winslow, Steve Urkel, Mr. Cooper, the Midnight Society, knowing all of the lyrics to the Fresh Prince song, Snick, Clarissa Explains It All; fuck, even Nickelodeon Roundhouse. All of those old shows were cheesy as shit, and dealt with issues that our generation have long since come to terms with. But we loved them anyway. Back then, WE were overdramatic and cheesy. Had Secret Life premiered in the beginning-to-mid-nineties,
Overall, I give Secret Life a “thumbs up”; maybe not for things that people think I should praise it for, but so be it. It has a goal, it’s not afraid of that goal, and its talking to its audience, both on the show and face-to-face. I miss shows that used to do that. For all we know, it could be to this generation what Full House and Step-by-Step was to ours. In any case, it is a good outlet for teenagers, especially teenage mothers or mothers-to-be, who may be afraid to share what’s going on in their minds, and may be looking for something—or someone—who can relate to their issues. Now if only the writers could come up with more ideas than just sex.
Try it out. Who knows, you may like it.
Ciao.
P.S. (“--sex--”).