In last Sunday’s episode of True Blood, I Wish I Was The Moon, we found out that Jason was not going to turn into a werepanther. I wonder why he had to spend four episodes tied to a bed being repeatedly raped if there wasn’t going to be any outcome other than him escaping. But, with that said, I’m still glad that it turns out that he is not a supernatural. I like True Blood when we see the vampires co-existing with the humans; that’s its magic, so I’m glad that we have kept this our Bon Temps resident very human, at least for awhile.
In the article from The Atlantic, below they investigate the humanity that is Jason. We read more about why we want Jason to stay as human as he can.
Jason is one of the main anchors still tying Bon Temps to normal: even though he has been kidnapped by were-panthers, joined and then been hunted by vampire-hating cults, developed and overcome an addiction to V, and wandered into any number of other insane situations, he maintains an amazing naivete and small-town aura. He’s got some sort of normality Teflon—all the weirdness just rolls right off him.
Some of Jason’s best lines exist at least partly to demonstrate his small-town cred. The best this week was Jason’s voicemail line: “If this is an emergency, dial 911 and ask for me.” Last week’s winner was his shocked “Good GRAVY!” as he sat up in bed after some intense and guilt-ridden sex dreams about Jessica. Poor Jason used to be the normal one protecting weirdo sister Sookie, but now just about everyone turns out to be some kind of magical freak of nature, tossing normal into the minority. Jason’s best friend is dating a vampire; his friend Lafayette is a reluctant witch; his ex-girlfriend turned out to be a psychopath were-panther; his sister finds a way to get mixed up with any kind of supernatural imagined or unimagined. As Jason confides to Jessica in his panic-attack induced introspection (Jessica’s lovingly pitying line about panic attacks was possibly the best-delivered line of the night—Jason gets a lot of loving pity), sometimes he feels a bit left out of all the special. Just as it seems that he is finally going to be—unwillingly—provided with a power of his own by being turned into a were-panther, his terror at the thought is immediately followed up by disappointment when it turns out to be a false alarm. Of course Jessica consoles him by telling him how very special he is—he’s a football star! and so good-looking!—but we know better. He’s endearing, adorable, sweet, dumb, and normal.
To read more go to: theatlantic.com
