Meg Ryan is fascinating as fuck to me. Then again, I’m curious as to how Six from Blossom is doing these days so don’t emulate me in any sort of way. Meg was on top of the world, riding high on the rom-com train, the queen of the perky career blondes who just wanted to be loved while fucking missonary-style to a Harry Connick Jr. soundtrack. And then she dropped those panties for Russell Crowe while they were filming Proof of Life. She fell in love, he had reportedly made a bet with the crew. Oh Meg. You never fuck a guy in a vanity project band. That blew a big fat Australian-man shaped hole in her wholesome image.
And then….oh sweet jesus, she went to the most morphine-addicted plastic surgeon in the bowels of Arkham Asylum who turned her into the Joker’s Desperate Older Sister.
And then she vanished! The last we saw of her, she was spending her days antiquing with John Cougar Mellencamp. We all assumed she had tapped out and was trying to supplant Sally Field as the Boniva woman. Well, Sally can slide the razor back in her purse and clean the vaseline off her mug because Meg isn’t ready to be counted out of the acting game just yet! People reports that she’s starring in and executive-producing a new series for NBC. This shit is going to be cancelled quicker than you can say “Heather Graham in Emily’s Reasons Why Not“. I don’t remember that show, either. The biggest reason why-not for Emily was that Heather Graham had one expression (“blank”) and should be used by landscapers to surround trees in a carefully manicured circle.
According to the show’s description, Ryan will play “a sunny, devoted and desperately non-confrontational” single mom who decides to return to work at her former publishing house, where she will be supervised by her 30-year-old former intern.
My DVR already told me to fuck off. “Sunny” is a good fit for the character because that smile isn’t going anywhere. Hopefully Meg avoids wakes because people must get offended when she always looks like she’s perma-chuckling over the casket.