Our generation has for the most part been exposed to a very particular angle of the female experience in media and television alike.
Breaking Bad was too good. That’s right—it was too good.
At its best, life there seems to have achieved the perfect balance of priorities, not focusing on the question of how much we should work and how much we should play, but focusing instead on how we should work and how we should play.
***Spoilers, obviously*** Pull up a chair, Homeland. I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Now I like you, Homeland. I’m in your corner, I am. Most of the time you get it right. Yes, you are a dramatization.
One’s TV preference is now not only a matter of personal taste but to some viewers a very big part of their identity. But let’s get into the subtext; this may reveal more about you than you think.
In the spirit of ‘Breaking Bad’ finally (!) winning Best Drama, all the Emmy voters took meth before they cast their ballots.
When you fall in love in the autumn, you get to keep it all through the winter –memories as wonderful and wistful as jumping into a pile of leaves. This Fall, don’t be afraid to dive in.
Not being able to chime in about how “SICK, dude” ‘Homeland’ was last night is the one of the bigger first-world problems out there.
Will he, come September, watch ‘Homeland’ with me on a weekly basis, or at least not prevent me from doing so?
I talk about television characters like they’re my friends. Over the years, I’ve lost touch with some (series finales), some have passed away, and some I still meet up with every Monday night at MacLaren’s. Here’s a list of my closest friends on television, past and present.