I’ve been noticing a lot of nostalgia in my life. It started several years ago when Cartoon Network re-released the old Thundercats and Transformers cartoons, which I quickly realised were not how I remember them. But one of the few shows I can watch even now, from childhood, and still find hilariously entertaining is Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Yes, punch my ticket for childishness, absurdity and general prop humour.
The concept of Sabrina is rather simple, girl turns sixteen, realises she’s really a witch, but of course can’t tell anyone, hilarity ensues. The idea of not living with your parents at that age is always interesting, but having two aunts as eccentric as Sabrina even I could do without. Over the course of seven seasons, Sabrina goes from high school to college and grows up. But the story of her progress isn’t what keeps me coming back, but the random unrelated stories that tie the concept together. Here are just a few examples of things I’ve been scarred for life from thanks to Sabrina Spellman.
I will never look at pancakes the same again. During the first few seasons, there was a deep dark secret (two actually) that Sabrina couldn’t be told. One was that she had an evil twin and the other, that she was addicted to pancakes. Every time I got to IHOP (which I call IJUMP for those of you that know me well), I always say to my sister, ‘Do you remember that episode of Sabrina?’ To which she often replies something along the lines of, ‘God again, Hina? What is it with you and that episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch?’ Yes, every single time I see pancakes, it reminds me of that episode of Sabrina.
All Spellman family members are cursed with an addiction to pancakes. I think I have an addiction to waffles, but that isn’t the point. Watching Sabrina consume massive amounts of pancakes over the course of the episode Pancake Madness is absolutely priceless. At one point, she tries to lick syrup off of a plate in a very child-like fashion.
No, not the kind you use with candles or to remove unwanted hair, but your parents. That’s right; Sabrina’s mom for most of the show is a big ball of wax. One of the curses of being a mortal woman marrying a warlock and then divorcing him is that you apparently turn into a ball of wax should you you’re your daughter face-to-face.
Random, right? They never lacked in drama in the show, and seeing her mother talk through the ball of wax was pretty awesome
According to the world of Sabrina, we all have one. In a series of episodes (I believe) Sabrina is faced with her evil twin. All witches have one and she must prove she isn’t evil. The trials to reach this conclusion are pretty fun, and Sabrina, despite her best efforts, all her attempts to be good end badly. The trials consist of each Sabrina trying to show their goodness. At the end, Hilda and Zelda stand by as Sabrina, who has been proven to be evil, is to be thrown in a volcano for being evil. It is the final test and the evil twin fails it as she pushes Sabrina in.
I often wonder if this is a stolen plotline from that one Treehouse of Horror where we discover Bart had an evil twin and they wonder if they went with the wrong Bart. I miss the older Treehouse of Horror specials; the newer ones are too obvious.
Two Crazy Aunts
Sounds like the title for some depressing Russian play (see Uncle Vanya), but no, Sabrina has two really great, really insane aunts. As you may guess, I always loved the funny one. Caroline Rhea was a great aunt, who can forget her failed career at being a professional violinist? Besides, I can’t ever forgive Aunt Zelda for throwing Kate under the bus and not defending her when she killed her real father for abusing her mother. Wait, was that the same show? Doesn’t matter, I get Lost easily. Zelda was always such a smarty pants, it was occasionally insufferable, but also very amusing.
I did love the Odd Couple mentality between the two aunts. Hilda was fun and carefree, Zelda, serious and focused. But both created a wonderful environment for Sabrina to grow up in.
I’m not an animal person to begin with; I find them unpredictable, much like children, and thus dangerous. But Salem was no mere cat. No, this animatronic feline was a wise-cracking, plotting megalomaniac. People often forget that the reason Salem was a cat, was because he was being punished for trying to take over the world.
Some of my favourite Salem gags involve the back-and-forth between Salem and Harvey and the constant attempts to thwart the neighbourhood cat across the street. Salem was one of only two characters who appeared in every episode of the series, Sabrina being the other.
I could go on for hours, but really, how many of you even read this far? I don’t know that there will ever be a show that was as engaging and light-hearted, while still having great balance. I miss the crazy musical guests, like Britney and NSYNC. I miss the insane stories like Sabrina having a quizmaster and being placed on TV after Salem sells her life story to a Witching Channel. Or the Witch Boot Camp that Hilda gave the instructor nightmares from. Most of my friends make fun of me for loving Sabrina, but it was a great show that helped me combat issues like pancake addition with aplomb.