Buffy Shmuffy

The other night, Tash and I finally got around to watching the final few episodes of the last season of Buffy.
What a gyp.
Let's start with the second-last episode. Buffy and Spike have just shared some touching moments. They'd cuddled all night, and Spike had finally let his emotions do the talking and confessed his love to Buffy. I gotta admit I had a tear in my eye. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for old Spike, and it was lovely to see those two kids being so very much in love. Then in walks Angel. Not five minutes after leaving Spike, how does our vampire slaying harlot say hello to Angel? By sticking her tongue down his throat and 'basking' (her term) in his fabulous presence! What a tramp! I was grievously offended, and most indignant on behalf of my old mate William the Bloody.
But enough of that. Besides, Tash (who seems to be on the side if the Angels) reckons I only got pissed off because I've got a crush on Spike. I don't -- but I wouldn't mind scoring a leather coat the same like his...
What really got my goat was the grand finale, the ultimate showdown between good and evil, the culmination of seven years worth of complex story arcs and character development, the scene that let us in on what it was all about. What do we get? Metaphysical denouements of the nature of the universe? A fusion of the moral polarity so integral to the 'buffyverse', leaving a world where everyone can just be happy and get on with life? (Boring, I know, but it seems to be so many people's idea of nirvana.) Proof (or otherwise) of the existence of some supreme being?
I'll tell you what we get. We get a frickin montage showing us that girls can play baseball too. Yay. Girl power. I mean, really: what the fuck? Isn't that what the whole damn series was about? Seven years of showing girls rising from humble beginnings to become serious kickers of butt and holders of esoteric wisdom, and the best the producers can come up with for the ending is a cheesy little homily on girl power? We know girls can kick butt -- that's why the show's called Buffy the Vampire Slayer instead of Buffy the Big-haired Mall Rat. I felt like a three-year-old having to have it explained to him that Aesop's fables aren't just stories, but also have moral lessons not-so-cunningly woven into their plots.
I'm very disappointed.