
Only Brittany Snow Could Get Gays And Gun Owners Hooked On The Same Series
As newscasters continue to report on how politically polarized this country has become, and politicians continue to claim they each have the solution that will finally bring us together, I did not have it on my 2025 bingo card that the person to actually get it done would be Britney Snow.
Because when I saw the trailer for Netflix’s newest drama series, The Hunting Wives, I arrived at my own prejudiced conclusions. I thought, “There’s no way I’m going to watch a show that’s part Desperate Housewives, part The O.C., and part Texas sorority recruitment video turned scripted drama”. That was until my girlfriend started scrolling through TikTok and told me there were lesbians in the show.
I’m sure a lot of people, who weren’t turned off by the very same stereotypes I just described, were completely shocked to find that this series, which glorifies as much as it satirizes everything from NRA membership and gun ownership to Big Box churches and even bigger hair-dos, line-dancing, honkey-tonk bars and beyond, features some very potent homosexual chemistry, not as a sensationalized side-plot like the voyeurism, hot-tub threesomes, or adult-teen relationships the show shamelessly employs, but as the main plotline between protagonist and 00s teen queen, Britney Snow, and actress Malin Akerman.
Let me remind you, this isn’t a Focus Features period drama vying to add another Oscar to someone’s shelf, but a soapy thriller set in Texas that doesn’t shy away from any of today’s hottest political topics. One moment the women are posing with their guns so they can upload photos to social media, the next Akerman is licking salt off of Snow’s shoulder and taking a body-shot from her cleavage.
It feels, in today’s political climate, like these two things should be diametrically opposed. Like there’s no way you can make a TV show about two women having the hots for each other and set it in what some might consider one of the reddest states in the U.S. Dark political humor abounds, with the pastor’s wife joking that Snow needn’t worry about joining their pro-life church group, which collects supplies for expecting mothers, because there are no abortion clinics left in the state to bomb.
As I may have hinted with my earlier comments, the series pushes the boundaries when it comes to sexual content. This is definitely not a show you want to watch with your parents. But my gut says there’s a chance they may end up watching it without you.
Despite the inevitable discomfort levels both sides of the aisle are bound to experience, I’m betting this show will explode as a shared guilty pleasure across the board. Liberals and conservatives, gays and straights alike, will get hooked on this series for reasons they can’t entirely explain, and then someone, somewhere will be brave enough to bring it up in conversation, and then people who once thought they’d never have anything in common will start gossiping about this series like there’s no tomorrow.