I just love this. Some things are worth waiting for.
30 Days of The West Wing: Day 17
Favourite ship: Josh and Donna
For me, this is a meeting of souls. On an existential level, I feel like these two are for each other. I think their relationship is perfectly symbiotic, in the best sense. Sometimes it’s okay to need another person, especially when there is equilibrium. I think the best kind of relationship is one where a person inspires the best of another, and that is what this relationship is. I think it’s incredibly organic. There’s so little mechanics to the development of Josh and Donna through the series, and their bond is impervious to external influence, in my opinion. I’m not ignoring the professional separation that occurred through season six, but I don’t think that they ever fractured the covalent bond that exists. I don’t think anything could. Call me an optimist.
To me, it’s not about, these two people could make each other happy. It’s about, these two people belong to each other. In a way that existed before they ever met, and will extend beyond their last look. The way Aaron builds it, it’s complex and sometimes they’re going to make each other utterly miserable and they’re going to fight and things are going to be difficult, but that’s nothing compared to not being with each other. God knows Josh is unbearable with Donna at times. They are fundamentally flawed as characters, in ways that are more complicated than that Shakespearean fatal flaw. It’s quite bizarre how intense it is, in a way that’s utterly thrilling to me, as a viewer. Every compelled glance to the other or coy smile makes it so rewarding as things develop.
Oftentimes, Aaron’s storytelling is compared to music - the pacing, and the particular beats, and the crescendo. The characters dance around each other, playfully a lot of the time, and you wonder how the song will end. Josh and Donna have the intensity of a deeply emotional instrumental, one that you know is about a love story without it ever being said in so many words. That’s how it is. I watched the pilot with someone last night, for their first viewing, and they observed it immediately. From that first cup of coffee, Sorkin, Moloney and Whitford come together to create an immediate back story, a chemical spark and a captivating relationship. The relationship never imposes on the show; that’s never what the show is about. I don’t even regard the romanticism of this love they have as the central element; it overlooks eros to this utter agape dedication to one another.
Very few episodes center solely on this dynamic, and yet it’s there in all its glory as a constant through seven seasons. Sure, we’ve had arcs where I’ve wished things had flowed differently or that there was more interaction during certain periods but, I’ve never watched a scene of theirs and not felt that burning in my gut. There are scenes in those season six episodes when they’re separated, where the actors do so little to portray that slight yearning. There’s that subtle reaction if the other one is mentioned, or echoes of old memories. Professionally, Donna doesn’t need Josh after that initial step-up, and Josh only needs Donna after it. Timing is their great obstacle. Timing and politics. I think almost the entire ensemble of characters through the years recognized that once those obstacles were overcome, there was nothing on this earth that would stop this relationship - and those obstacles did nothing to stop their repressed feelings. All of their prospective partners along the way come to recognize it, some quicker than others.
At the end of the show, it’s Josh and Donna standing strongest in that North West entrance of the White House. You get to appreciate the poetic contrast of Josh’s first scene in the first episode, and his first scene in the last episode too. It goes from asleep alone at his desk to waking up with Donna on inauguration morning. They are POTUS and FLOTUS chief of staff, and it feels so fucking good. Just knowing that timing and politics finally come together to allow them parity in all aspects of their lives, guh. And, my god, the next generation in Sorkinverse America will have some darn good genes walking around that White House.