They tell me that it is amazing. They’ve built me up, Buttercup, and I feel I can only have my heart broken.
House of Cards
I can’t separate these sorts of shows from the reality of our society and I must ignore them to hold on to the shred of sanity I’m told exists somewhere in my mind.
Okay, this one I tried to watch. I really did. I made it through most of the first episode before deciding that I had no interest whatsoever in listening to Walter White whine and, eventually, rationalize the choices he makes. Plus, the revered status it enjoys make it sure to disappoint.
I have zero interest in any narrative Lena Dunham would like to share with me, not because of who she is, but because of who I am.
Friday Night Lights
This one seems like it would endear some characters to me and possibly create a sort of feeling inside of me. I would likely invest time and emotions into the lives of these football players, their coach, and his wife. It sounds exhausting, really.
Game of Thrones
HAHAHAHAH! JUST KIDDING! I’M NOT A MONSTER!