A Message to the People Who Live in My TV
Stop having sex! Seriously, I'm not kidding. Yes, I'm talking to you. Soap operas, sit this out, you know it doesn't concern you; that's what you do, after all. Everyone else, listen up.
Would it kill you to leave sex out of it for a while, O denizens of TV Land? I know it's a human drive. I know it sells. But could you at least make it make sense? I can understand it when it's part of the plot or pre-established character canon, like A and B are a couple who have been separated and are now joyously and vigorously celebrating their reunion. I'll even suspend my disbelief and let it slide for more out-there situations, such as A has to seduce B in order to gain access to something like the missile launch codes or supersecret chemical compound or Spartan high council. But come the fuck on. When you're just having sex on the show because you need to fill space, we groundlings out here start to worry that you don't know what you're doing. Case in point, a character that I (along with most other people I know who view the program) have enjoyed watching being an asexual sociopath whose sheer megalomania and ambition prohibited him getting an angle on his dangle, to quote Gordon Frohman, is getting a sex scene. Tell me where the hell that fits in, Mssrs. and Mesdames of TV Land. Is it a clever plot device that will be revealed later to us out here in the darkness of our lairs? Is it a bid for ratings? Is it just weird fanservice? Have the actors in question been working out lately and REALLY REALLY REALLY want to share their progress with us?
In my experience, it's pretty good odds that once the bone-jumping starts, the show is gearing up to giddily jump something else. For this to not happen, the show needs an excellent writer with the ability to handle the plotlines with the delicacy of a helicopter pilot trying to land on a quarter. And as there's a writers' strike on, you people don't have that.
Tread lightly, fuckers. We're watching.
Today’s Quote: "I'm listening. With beer." - Spike, "Angel"
Random Thought for Today: I now have an advent calendar where I have to open boxes in the chests and groins of nearly-naked photo men to get at chocolate. Just so you know.
current mood:
Pessimistic
current music: Sex Bomb - Tom Jones