Jan 07, 2008 18:15
I'm in love with a tv show. This love is as real and true and pure as that between a man and a woman, or a man and cow, or a man and Tom Brady. What makes this one different than all those though, is that a tv show cannot reciprocate your love, no matter how much you think it is. It will always be an unrequited love.
That minor disappointment aside, The Wire is back and I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooove it. Love, love, love, love, love, love. In fact, it's one of those shows that, when it's coming back on, I'm like, "Eh, I don't know if I feel like watching it. I couldn't possibly like it as much as I used to rant and rave about it. I must have been completely wro--OHMYGOD BUNK! It's BUNK! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
And just like that, I've fallen into old familiar patterns. I've already started emailing The Wire all day long, and fretting when it doesn't email me back. It's a bit ridiculous, but what can I do? I'm in LOVE.
Those of you who watch the show know. Those who don't, you won't understand. And that's okay. I'm not going to try and convince anyone to watch it this time around. I will say the following though, having worked in the news media industry, they pretty much nailed the habits, tics, and attitudes of news reporters in this first episode of the season. The discussion over the proper use of the word "evacuate"? Spot on, mate.
LOVE.