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This whole thing’s gonna change

I get so intimidated reading other people’s TV/Film type blogs. They’re so organized. I don’t always have something to say about every show I see. I watch way too much TV for that. So, from now on, I’m just going to write what the fuck I want to on here. I’m not monetized or anything and if someone wants to follow or comment, so be it. 

So here are my new favorite shows in no particular order:

Top Chef All Stars: My boyfriends Spike and Fabio are gone, but Carla’s still there and that pleases me. I also think I’m a little hooked because I’ve decided Padma looks and acts like my mom. So pretty.

Good Wife: As my friend Tanisha and I say “Good Wife Good”. It is. It’s an adult show with adult people and adult problems. Even the kids have adult problems and that’s like 1000% better than most alleged network dramas.

Damages: I know it’s not new yet, but I’m reliving it with a padawan and it’s fun to see it through new eyes. Since I’ve seen all of them I get to see how strong the storylines are and how well they have been followed. The character development is complex (even Rose Byrne impresses me with her Keanu Reeves style of acting). 

RuPaul’s Drag Race: Well, duh and/or hello. No explanation needed. Drag queens competing. RuPaul. Every show should be this good.

Archer: I had something for this. It’s one of the most fucked up 1/2h going. And many of my new catchphrases come from it [see duh and/or hello above].

*tiny, tiny writing* Vampire Diaries: Leave the 17 year old girl inside me alone. It’s not her fault. Boone from Lost is on it and she loves Boone. Get over yourselves. And it’s what I watch with my little sister (and a few select adult friends). 

SUPERNATURAL: I have no shame in my love of Dean. I love him. I love him. I love him. But I’ve always had a soft spot for a bowlegged man. The angels, demons, monsters, Lucifer (Jacob from Lost), Death…I mean really. What’s there to not like? Before I watched it and saw the commercials I’d get mad that I’d wasted time on that fucking Heroes and had missed the beginning of Supernatural. I’d say “man, that show looks good” and I had no idea what I’d been missing. And it’s all meta. It makes me feel like my masters in media studies wasn’t a waste. (Though daily the job market insures me it was.)

30 Rock: For all the obvious reasons. It makes me miss going to work sometimes too.

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I’ve been saying for ages that NBC was trying to go out of business.  I began thinking that when they murdered Heroes for no good reason other than lack of vision and greed.  Then 30 Rock ended and I realized it was the only show I watched on NBC, which used to be my favorite network. The peacock is dead.

Can NBC Be Saved?

Dear “I Married A Mobster”,

You knew what you were getting yourself into so don’t cry for me Argentina.  Really, so the guy that sold you into slavery, you call him when you escape then do coke and run the casinos for him for two years?  Really?  I know you were only 15 ½, but come on.  I’ve been that age.  I had a complicated home life.  

Then, instead of calling your mom, after escaping from the sex prison you call the dude who totally sold you to the sex slavers.  There’s not that much benefit of the doubt in the world.  I guess I just had girlfriends that I knew I could call whenever my mom saw fit to throw me out.  I know how traumatic that experience can be.  To not feel wanted.  When you’re in trouble and to have no solid base.  I get it.  But I also didn’t hang out with pimps.  But still…

Then you marry the hitman that teaches you how to shoot and, in surgical detail, how to murder a man.  But it’s fun swimming in pools, I get it.  Your parents did you a great disservice by trying to lock you up instead of taking you to a therapist.  My mom, at least, took me to the therapist.  Wait, no…actually she called the police on me before we went to the therapist.  Excuse me…carry on.

But I’m glad you have your life together now… whatever your name was lady from Vegas.  Your story sucked.  But there were some moments when I just felt like, you liked things more than information and now you wanna act like you were too afraid when you knew what was going on.   

I mean, his kid tried to strangle you and smother your kid with a pillow… what else do you need to try to get out of that shit?  

Anyway, your story touched me.

Charity