Last night was one of True Blood‘s best episodes in quite some time, and for some reason my Atlantic post is getting comments from DETRACTORS. One says she hopes I one day get a life (thanks, doll), the other is shocked — shocked! — that adults watch this show. First off, let me say I’d be far more shocked if children were watching it.
Secondly, shut up.
My latest True Blood recap is up, and I’m bitter at HBO for making me write it. Reader, I love the show! But the rapey murder perv-titillation scene at the end was just not cool.
Also, why does everything bad always happen to Tara? Not the rapey murderish scene, of course, but she spends half her time getting hypnotized by evil beings in various forms, and the other half getting her heart broken by serial murderer boyfriends or her alcoholic mother (they alternate). Give the poor girl a break!
Enjoy, my lovelies. I pity you for not watching this delightful show.
Turns out my boyfriend is right and I do watch vampire porn. But now it is for work!
Still wish he could’ve phrased it differently to his mother…
