This week I did a lot of lying around icing my eye. I reread books (A Man for All Seasons, Becket, To Kill a Mockingbird), and watched the fifth season of "Gilmore Girls," supplied weeks ago by the obliging koroshiya. Why do I keep watching this show? I hate everyone in it. Off the top of my head from the latest few episodes: 1) I hate Rory for saying "Traffic on the 95 was bad." The 95? What is this, California? No one says "the 95," even the freaks who call Boston Post "the Post Road" or "Route 1." 2) I hate Sookie because she tells Jackson that he's having a vasectomy, even though he wants more than two children, right now today, no discussion. 3) I hate Jackson for meekly agreeing. 4) I hate Lorelei for considering selling the Dragonfly as if Sookie has no say in it whatsoever. 5) Paris, Michel, Taylor, Kirk, Zach, Emily, and Richard are obvious and easy. 5a) I hate Rory for forgetting she has a best friend, but I like Lane all right, and Miss Patty. 5b) No, I don't like Lane. You can do a lot more than kissing without coitus, cupcake. 6) I hate the writers for inventing a "Stars Hollow," which, though based on Washington Depot, is 30" from Hartford and 20" from New Haven--triangulation which actually lands you in Meriden or maybe Waterbury. I hate that there's nothing vaguely Connecticutesque about the setting. I hate that it sets up unrealistic expectations about the consequences of unexpected teen pregancy, about excess eating, about finances, and about everything, probably. Most of all I hate that I watch it. Still.
Ha! Now I am rereading sixth season recaps to be ready for fall's seventh, and I am reminded that I hate T.J. too but like Liz. And I do like the fast-paced dialogue, though I lament it's only for comic relief and not for the emotional rollercoasting as well.
Ha! I must further confess that TWOP has made me laugh: "Thank God nobody on Deadwood uses the internet...although I sure would like to see what Al Swearengen would put on his blog, naturally to be found at "CocksuckersIKilledToday.livejournal.com."