Corrie Coming Out

Coronation Street--Kirsty and TyroneAnyone who knows me in person already knows that I’m a fan of Coronation Street, but I don’t think I’ve ever “come out” about it at aMMusing. BeeGoddessM got me started more than half a decade ago, but then I dropped out for about two years around the time I moved to Montréal. But now I’m back and I so hate missing a day that I organize my weekdays around watching it at 6:30 pm or midnight.

For the longest time, the episodes in Canada were about 10 months behind the U.K. However, since last September, CBC has been airing two episodes per evening so, starting this September, we’ll be in sync with the Brits. The only downside is that I’ll miss my daily one-hour fix of Corrie when it reverts to a half-hour.

The storylines have been particularly compelling in the past year. However, as of last night in particular, the one about “Psycho” Kirsty abusing her fiancé Tyrone has struck a chord in me. I wish it didn’t.

No, NowEx never physically assaulted me as Kirsty is given to doing on Tyrone. However — and I know it’s only acting on a TV soap — but the scene where Tyrone reluctantly confides to Tina about Kirsty? Yup! It hit me. The fear in Tyrone’s face and his suggesting that he was somehow at fault for provoking her? Oh yeah… That’s what I call the “walking on eggshells” phase. You don’t truly believe you’re at fault unless you factor in that you’re in fact trying to cover your real fault of not having seen it coming (or refusing to see it coming) until it’s too late.

I find it intriguing how something as trivial as a TV show can dredge up such muck. Unlike before the divorce, it doesn’t drag me down. But I thought that the divorce was going to be the equivalent of sealing all that muck into an air-tight bin. Obviously not. And that reminds me of lyrics in a song by Michael Franks: “If the heart ever heals / Does the scar always show?”

I’m afraid it does always show. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It doesn’t even drag you down. But the scar is a reminder that never goes away.

As such, there are unexpected consequences. One the one hand, the hair on my neck still rise whenever I hear Spanish spoken; on the other, there’s a part of me that would like to go back to studying Spanish at the YMCA. I would like that for a few reasons: first, it would be a structured activity to get me out of the house; second, learning another language is an excellent mental exercise as we get older; third, learning another language is the opposite of insularity, and finally, it’s such a shame to piss away all the effort and money I’ve invested into learning the bit I’ve learned but, sadly, mostly forgotten. For the last three years, my reaction to hearing Spanish has been to tune it out in order not to start fuming inside; I would like to just get over that hump.

Also interesting to me is how my divorce has brought my mom to divulge some family dirty secrets that are eerily similar to my own experience. She’d dropped a few hints here and there in the past, but she was never as specific as she has been recently. I don’t think she confided these things in a “You’re not alone” spirit, but I think she had a “Ah ha” moment when I made the comparison.

Back to Corrie, though: Yes, the storylines are often way over the top, and that everyone in a tiny neighbourhood like Weatherfield could be so interlinked is the least believable of all, not to mention that far too many murders and crazy deaths have occurred over the years. However, there’s a real effort on the part of the writers and the actors to tackle real and occasionally taboo social issues — sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much.

I’d say the current Kirsty/Tyrone storyline is one of the successful ones. On-screen Kirsty may seem over the top to some, but not to me. And how scary is that, huh?