Every time Eastwick is rubbish I am resignedly unsurprised, and every time it is good I am deeply confused. Mind you, by "good" I mean "I want to fall over with joy because I want to ship all the women on this show," but that is a rare enough pleasure that I am sticking to it. (
1x06: shippiness, evil men, agency, and my startlement that I have articulate thoughts and none of them are about how Paul Gross's porn voice amuses me. )
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