I Still Can’t Believe a Sixty Second Scene from “The OC” is My Gay Root

I Still Can’t Believe is a TV Team series where we remember the things happened on television that baffle us — in good and bad ways — to this very day.


The O.C. premiered in August 2003, one month before I entered my sophomore year of high school, and featured a world that could not have been more different than my own. I did not live in California, I was not skinny and popular, I was also not dorky and into video games, and my inner world resembled, you know, teen girl reality, instead of the soapy unbelievable glittering trainwreck Josh Schwartz created for his main characters Seth Cohen, Ryan Atwood, Marissa Cooper, and Summer Roberts.

Despite that, or perhaps because of it, I loved The O.C. with my whole entire heart.

My heart thought it was a heterosexual heart at this point, goddess bless baby Vanessa, and my ultimate crush was Seth Cohen (who I also think of as one of my Gay Roots, though that’s a different essay for a different day). So imagine my surprise when Alex Kelly showed up in season two and after a brief romance with Seth started exchanging meaningful looks with Marissa and it… meant something to me.

Though Alex and Marissa don’t actually kiss until Season 2, episode 12 (“The Lonely Hearts Club”), it’s 60 seconds in Season 2, episode 10 (“The Accomplice”) that is My Gay Root.

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It makes sense, looking back at the scene and close-reading it (thank you grad school, I imagine this is what my instructors all meant when they taught me how to refer to the text to make an argument). Alex shows up in Orange County for season two as the “bad girl” with a “troubled past.” She’s bisexual, she’s emancipated from her parents, and she runs The Bait Shop, a new club where all these high schoolers are inexplicably able to hang out and listen to indie bands that my high school crushes (pretentious boys who based most of their personalities around the obscure bands they liked to listen to) would then accuse of selling out by performing on a mainstream television show.

Alex, played by Olivia Wilde, is so hot. She’s gorgeous, objectively, but her energy is also extremely sexy. In a town filled with rich troubled kids who are all at least somewhat preoccupied with how they are perceived, Alex is different. She does whatever she wants. She’s strong. She takes care of herself. Is it any wonder that Marissa, a character forced to shrink herself into everyone else’s expectations, is drawn to this badass queer woman? Is it any wonder I was?

This particular scene is very short. If you went to pee in the middle of the episode, or your mom came into the room to ask if you’d finished your homework, you might miss it. Alex and Marissa decide to go to Los Angeles so Alex can rescue some of her belongings from her ex-girlfriend’s apartment. We enter the scene from the vantage point of someone in the vehicle, staring at the California freeway as Alex drives and Marissa sits in the passenger seat asking questions. We’re supposed to feel like we could be one of the characters in the car, and I did. Marissa wants to know what Alex’s butterfly tattoo means, how Alex was able to become emancipated from her parents, if Alex ever misses them. They’re giggling and having a good time but they’re going deep quickly, too. Rilo Kiley’s “Portions for Foxes” plays over their dialogue, starting with the intro and then cutting to the end:

There’s blood in my mouth ’cause I’ve been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin’ trash but I never say anything
And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
And the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left
And it’s bad news
…And it’s bad news
I don’t care, I like you
I like you

When Marissa asks Alex if she ever misses her parents, Alex’s answer comes quickly: “Sometimes. But my friends are my family you know?”

Marissa smiles and nods, clearly pleased to be included in Alex’s chosen family. “I do,” she says.

I don’t mean to be dramatic, but that is absolutely the moment I realized I could be a dyke.

I’m not going to write a revisionist history about what happened to me when I witnessed Alex and Marissa in that car two episodes before they ever kissed. I did not immediately come out, and I’m not even sure I let myself acknowledge how interested I was in that particular soapy storyline.

And I’m not going to write a revisionist history about what The O.C. intended when it comes to Alex and Marissa’s brief relationship (they literally only get five episodes as an actual “couple” before the relationship implodes and Alex is written off the show), though several other writers on the internet have argued that it was either a grab for ratings like every other sensational plot point in the show or a genuine bid for LGBTQ inclusion that should have gone farther and deeper. I can see how a less generous reading would say that Marissa is calculating how to further piss her parents off in this scene, taking advantage of Alex’s interest in her to pull off yet another stunt to add to her collection. Maybe! But that’s not what this scene means to me, regardless of intent.

The truth is I have no idea what was going on in that writers’ room in 2005, but I can tell you that it would take four more years before I ever asked a girl too many personal questions too quickly and then let her kiss me and when I did, Rilo Kiley played quietly in my head. It would take a few more years after that before I started investing in queer community and queer friendships that would allow me to understand Alex’s commitment to her friends as family. And did so many other things play a role in me eventually realizing I’m really fucking gay? Yeah, of course.

But this scene with Marissa and Alex and the California freeway and Rilo Kiley played a major role. This scene gave me a glance at something I didn’t yet know I would one day look directly in the eye.

I think it’s fitting that the piece of Marissa and Alex’s queer love story that spoke most directly to me is the moment before anything really happens. I’ve joked with girls before that “the beginning of a relationship is the best part,” even making a promise with one former ex that we would “stay in the beginning forever” in a misguided attempt to never get to any of the hard or bad or sad stuff that makes a relationship eventually run its course (spoiler: you cannot, unfortunately, stay in the beginning forever). And while at the wise old age of 32 I can confidently say that the middle and even the end can sometimes also feel like the best part of a meaningful relationship, there is something really fun and anticipatory and electric and charged about the beginning. The beginning is the moment before you are really committed to diving in with another human heart. The beginning is the moment before you know what the other person’s lips feel like against your own, what their hips feel like in your hands when they’re dancing, what their face does right before you make them cry, what they call their cat when they think no one is listening, what their biggest fears and wildest hopes and saddest memories are, what their life might look like with you in it. The beginning is the moment before all that. It’s a form of magic.

And when you’re a straight girl in high school who has never considered that you might be a dyke and you see that magic happening between two girls on your favorite TV show? That moment can eventually explode everything.


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16 Comments

  1. Wow! This felt like reading my own journal because I had the exact same experience with The O.C. It was the first time I saw a queer relationship and it felt so freeing. This essay makes me wanna hug my baby gay self watching The O.C. on her living room floor in wonder.

  2. Alex and Marissa mattered so much to me to, though it took me a very long time to realize why or how. That scene in the Ex-Factor when they sit on the couch watching that horror movie and look at each other still lives rent free in my head. And I don’t know how true it is, because time is weird, but i seem to remember there being talk about the fact that the relationship was supposed to last the entirety of s2 and that Marissa’s bisexuality would be further explored in s3, though not necessarily by her dating another woman, but more like not forgotten and being a part of who Marissa was, but the network shut it down. Lesbians were cool for sweeps but not for longer storylines.

  3. so gooooood i love the O.C. and this relationship played a big part!

    Summer and Julie Cooper aka Rachel Bilson and Melinda Clarke just started a podcast about it where they recap every episode and talk to other stars/writers/producers of the show, so maybe eventually that will answer some of your questions about what was going through the writers heads with that plot.

    it’s “Welcome to the O.C., bitches” if you wanna check it out!

  4. This is a fantastic piece of writing. This part, in particular, is a real treasure: “It makes sense, looking back at the scene and close-reading it (thank you grad school, I imagine this is what my instructors all meant when they taught me how to refer to the text to make an argument).”

    I’m so proud that all the instruction we have all done as writers and teachers of writing is being put to important use. Truly good work here.

  5. Well hell, if this isn’t my own coming-of-age baby gay experience!

    After their break-up, I immediately jumped online and started perusing #Malex fanfic, even though I’d never read fanfic, because I needed more of them and I didn’t know why?! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

    Great article!

  6. This is such a great piece! I was in my early/mid 20s and already very much out when The O.C. aired, but I loved it so much that I moderated a Marissa & Alex community on Livejournal. (That’s only slightly embarrassing to admit to now, lol.)

  7. This is so great! I was just out of high school when these episodes aired and was slowly emerging from the closet, although it would be years before I came out to my family. This storyline gave me an excuse to invite a cute girl over to watch the show when my mum was out, and, well! The scene where Marissa turns up at Alex’s place soaking wet from the rain and Alex says “let’s get you out of those wet clothes”??? There was no nearby ravine to scream into nor ocean to hurl myself into, so I settled on making out with said cute girl on the floor in front of the TV.

  8. I feel so seen!! Watching the O.C. at 16-17 was what finally clicked for me. Maybe this will sound silly but the way I was raised I didn’t think I could be gay or bi. I finally saw girls on TV that I looked like (instead of Ellen and Rosie O’Donnell) and I was breaking a sweat with bated breath watching the scenes with Alex and Marissa. This would lead to me locking myself in the spare bedroom to watch the L Word. I just rewatched the O.C. and it still had me feeling some type of way.

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