Shades of MSCL: When your crush seems somehow more important than the Holocaust

Something tells me this is going to become a recurring feature.

2008 National Book Award winner WHAT I SAW AND HOW I LIED by Judy Blundell; the protagonist Evie is speaking about her Catholic crush, Jeff, and his Jewish crush Ruthie (Catholic-Jewish dating being not really done in the ’40s, when the book is set):

It was almost worse that he couldn’t have her. It was all Romeo and Juliet and balconies. Ruthie had European cousins who disappeared into camps during the war. She was so lucky — tragedy and curly hair.

Pilot episode of MY SO-CALLED LIFE:

Ms. Mayhew: How would you describe Anne Frank?

Angela (dreamily, staring at the ceiling light): Lucky.

Ms. Mayhew: Is that supposed to be funny, Angela? How on earth could you make a statement like that? Hmm?

(Jordan walks in late, as Angela watches)

Angela: I don’t know. ‘Cause she was trapped in an attic for three years with this guy she really liked?

(Brian looks uncomfortable. Embarassed Angela turns to see horrified and contemptuous Sharon. End brilliant scene.)