I don’t think I’ve ever said this in my life but, really, I should watch more TV.
Ever since I started working, I haven’t been able to follow a TV series consistently. During the first three years or so of my job my work hours varied, I traveled a lot and I forget airing schedules (haha!) so I end up missing way too many episodes of whatever show I want to watch. I didn’t use to mind, since there weren’t any TV shows I just HAD to watch back then, but recently, there are some shows that I really, really want to get started on:
Downton Abbey: British accents. Wealthy English people with said accents. Gorgeous country manor.
Professor Minerva McGonagall Maggie Smith. Hats. What is not to love? Apart from the fact that the show has won awards left and right, the mania over Downton Abbey is so crazy, it’s impossible to be at least curious about the show.
Revenge: Well, I’m cheating a little bit here because I actually have started watching the show. But not regularly so I’ve missed quite a few episodes. What I’ve seen though is great. Not in a Emmy-award winning sense (although Madeleine Stowe was nominated for a Golden Globe), but in a campy, guilty-pleasure sense. The show is based on Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo but is set in a Gossip Girl-type world of scheming, lying and cheating, ridiculously rich, good-looking and well-dressed people. How can that NOT be good?
Mad Men – I know, I know. I am late to the game, as the show is starting its FIFTH season in a week’s time. I KNOW. And I am trying to remedy the situation. ASAP. I need Don Draper in my life.
There are other shows that I need to stop watching, though, because they’ gotten old. And, no, I don’t mean Gossip Girl. In some weird way, the awful writers keep me watching by wanting me to see how much worse the stories could get. So, well done, GG writers, if that was your intent behind Blair marrying Printh Louiiiiiiis and hooking up with Dan freakin’ Humphrey. Uggggh. But I digress.
I actually mean How I Met Your Mother. How this show got to seven seasons is beyond me. Seven seasons and Ted still hasn’t met the mother? Ted still hasn’t been in a serious, healthy, long-term relationship? If I were Ted’s kids, I would’ve left that couch ages ago and just asked my mom or Uncle Barney or Aunt Robin or Uncle Marshall or Aunt Lily how my parents met. That would’ve saved us all a thousand jokes about Barney’s crazy gimmicks to get women (which are quite offensive actually), Robin’s Canadian-ness and how adorable Lily and Marshall are. We get it. Get. To. The. Mother.
And how about you? Any shows you are swearing off? Any recommendations on other ones I should start?
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