It's true, I, Scanner Emily, love "Men in Trees," the ABC dramedy about New York relationship coach/author Marin Frist (Anne Heche) who moves to Elmo, Alaska to find love and finish her book in peace. Sure, it's completely cliched and the characters may be more than a little archetypal and hokey, but they wouldn't be characters if they weren't, right?
But it's not the cheesy writing or beautiful scenery that gets me. It's not the fact that that when I come home drunk at 3 a.m. on Thursday night, it's there waiting for me at abc.com. It's not even the fact that before "Men in Trees." I really only knew Heche as Ellen DeGeneres' bat-shit crazy ex.
No, it's the fucking men in trees. While they're generally not in trees, how can I not get excited about multiple bearded mountain men falling all over a quirky New York writer-type before "the one" throws her down on a perfectly made antique bed in a rustic cabin over-looking a lake?
Does this really happen? Because it has made me look into moving to Alaska more than once (apparently it's not as cheap as it used to be, either).
Is Alaska really a magical land of magical mountain men who magically work with their magical hands and magically fall in love with New York writer types? Because if so, I am so there. Put me on the next puddle jumper!