How Dare You, John Krasinski

Well, the dream is dead everybody, so go home. Go home, and get into bed, and then vow to never speak of this dark day again. Why? Because John Krasinski and Jenna Fischer were not actually in love on The Office.

It all started last week (she said, gently wiping tears from her eyes). In an interview with Watch What Happens, Jenna Fischer described her relationship with her former fictional flame (John Krasinski a.k.a Jim Halpert a.k.a. our boyfriend, circa 2005-2009 or so) as being a bit of the real deal.

“There’s like a real part of me that is Pam, and a real part of him that is Jim,” she said. “And those parts of us were genuinely in love with one another.”

So obviously we all freaked out and the world went sideways and we started re-watching the series and crying and screaming, “WE KNEW IT I KNEW IT EVERYONE KNEW IT.” Until John Krasinski ruined it for us by being truthful and mature. (Ugh.)

“I think that was wildly misquoted or taken out of context,” he told The Daily Beast. “I’m sure she was trying to say something nice about how genuine the acting relationship was, of bringing a relationship that became that popular onscreen — and I think we both feel it’s such an honour to be a part of that relationship. As far as how she was quoted about saying we were ‘genuinely in love,’ I think that was taken out of context and I feel bad for her.”

Okay, well thanks a lot, John. Thanks for giving us absolutely nothing to hold on to and to keep us buoyant during these cold, dark winter months. Thanks for reminding us that TV isn’t real and that our truths are all lies and also for saying “wildly” out of context as if the idea of being in love with Jenna Fischer is the absolute craziest thing that could ever happen.

You know what, John? I refute your claims. I refute your smart words and your rational denial and your pity for Jenna Fischer’s misunderstood interview. Some of us needed this. Some of us, for the first time in our lives, needed to feel joy, and you’ve taken that joy from us and left me with a mug of cold coffee that was previously filled with warm intentions.

You’re not better than me, John Krasinski. And I’ll never forget the way I feel right now.

Until I do forget because, like, The Office was only a TV show, for crying in the sink.

Tags: Anne T. Donahue, John Krasinski

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