I mean, it’s not that we didn’t know — it’s that we didn’t know if Harvey knew. But boy, did he know. Even if he was an ass about saying it. And about owning up to the words once he said them. And about everything else, really. The King of Emotional Maturity Harvey Specter is not.
But he loves Donna. He’s said it. It’s out there in the universe. He can’t take it back now, and that’s big. It doesn’t solve all of their problems (in fact, it probably creates even more), but it’s a step forward in a relationship that, for the longest time, felt stale and unoriginal.
Of course, we still need Harvey to grow up. We still need them to find who Harvey and Donna are when they’re not together. But honestly, that feels like the easy part. The love’s already there after all.
Imagine a world where - every night after you fall asleep - your memory of the people you interacted with is erased. The doorman, the mail delivery guy - your boss - each of them is a stranger every time you wake up. The only people you can remember are your parents, but only until you are fifteen. People don´t have friends because after one day you forget them anyway. It´s a lonely existence and one that many desperately try to escape from. Because there is hope after all: Soulmates.
It is said that if you meet the person you are destined to be with you’ll get your memory back. You´ll finally know your parent´s face again or that the doorman´s name is Robert and that he has a little daughter. And you can finally fall asleep without fearing that you´ll forget everyone the next day.
Harvey Specter needs no soulmate (That´s what he tells himself every evening before the fear sets in).
When I graduated from high school back in 1995 I had no idea just how
different college was going to be, especially the costs. We were rural
and poor to lower middle class growing up, though lower middle class
might be a stretch. I had no money of my own, never did, and we had
grown up with free or reduced price school lunches. I may have been
seen 3 movies in total at theatres my entire life by that point (Black Beauty and Wayne’s World are the two I remember), but I was heading off to Film School at RIT thanks
to a love of film that the free videos from our local libraries
instilled in me. So when I got to film school and had to pay for 16 mm
film and processing I was often stretched to any semblance of a max I
had. Thankfully, first year students mostly worked with found footage
and editing so I scraped by, but had to leave after a year. I simply
could not afford it regardless of financial aid.
One of my friends was attending the local community college for an
administrative assistant / business degree and I was shocked to find
out that her Intro class required them all to present their final
presentations wearing business suits! I cannot underline enough just how shocking this was to me,
because, I wondered how on Earth would she find the money to buy one?
We earned minimum wage as student workers, and even then, she’d have to
drive to a mall to buy a suit, so that was added cost. We had a thrift
shop in town and though that clad me well within my budget in flannel
shirts and peasant skirts, a women’s business suit would have been
impossible to find there. I literally could not believe the audacity of the request – the financial burden it placed on poor, rural community college students seems irresponsible and cruel. After all financial aid would not cover it.
Where the hell was she supposed to get the money?
On the classism inherent in certain interview policies.