The Revelation of 2012: GMW

Forget the election. Forget 10-14 days from now when Arkansas AD Jeff Long is supposed to announce the next head football coach of the Razorbacks. The most important revelation of 2012 came on Monday, November 26: There is going to be a Boy Meets World sequel… Girl Meets World.

Two shows defined my adolescence: Saved by the Bell and Boy Meets World. The SbtB sequel has already been done, so I guess it was only a matter of time for Cory and Topanga. Of course, my heart is torn. Will it live up to the original? I don’t have children, so how will I justify watching this show? Will Shawn be on the show? (I haven’t seen him tweet anything yet—although he hosts an entertaining podcast, “Literary Disco.”) What about Eric? The little sister (I don't think I ever knew her name. Talk about a storyline that was underdeveloped; SbtB had nothing on sister Matthews)?

Here’s what we know—yes, I actually did some research. Cory and Topanga will be back as parents. Their 13-year old daughter, Riley Matthews, will be the girl meeting the world. And Cory is going to be a history teacher. Oh, Mr. Feeny.

This idea has disaster written all over it. Sequels and spin-offs rarely work in television. However, I can’t help but be excited. Boy Meets World, Star Wars, Ninja Turtles—it’s like my entire childhood is happening again.

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