JJ should have listened to the old lady
Dear Skins writers,
We are not on speaking terms. Please do not try to contact me. What you have done is unforgivable. And you didn't even apologize or try to explain yourself. And I thought your bullshit in the 2nd season sucked. Turns out, you were just gearing up for more insanity. Jesus, how high can the death rate of teenagers be in Bristol? These are some seriously in danger young people. Oh, are you trying to show us that there are stakes? That the stakes are high on this show? Well, you can toe that line, but, when you step over it, you make what you're doing ridiculous. Congrats, you've accomplished that.
And, the thing is, I wouldn't be upset about the over-the-top melodrama if you hadn't been doing so well at staying grounded of late. What kills me is how you cradled me in your palm in the "Freddie" episode and then dropped me on a pile of clown knives in this "Effy" one. That? Before? And even up to the midpoint of this past episode? I connected with that. A lot. Too much for me to be comfortable. And I was proud of you for making me uncomfortable. But then you took that trust and respect that you had earned (back from all your previous fuck-ups) and you flipped it the bird and yelled "Fuck you! Fuck you for caring!" in its face. And that's not an okay way to treat people. And that's why I can't go back to you.
I hope you're happy.
--tinyholidays
PS: In the words of Sue Sylvester (who lives on a show that also has problems maintaining tone): "I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty-cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty-cat; and then on some dark cold night, I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face."
PPS: Thanks woodycakes for reminding me about 12x12. I did take the photos yesterday. I just have to get them onto my computer.
We are not on speaking terms. Please do not try to contact me. What you have done is unforgivable. And you didn't even apologize or try to explain yourself. And I thought your bullshit in the 2nd season sucked. Turns out, you were just gearing up for more insanity. Jesus, how high can the death rate of teenagers be in Bristol? These are some seriously in danger young people. Oh, are you trying to show us that there are stakes? That the stakes are high on this show? Well, you can toe that line, but, when you step over it, you make what you're doing ridiculous. Congrats, you've accomplished that.
And, the thing is, I wouldn't be upset about the over-the-top melodrama if you hadn't been doing so well at staying grounded of late. What kills me is how you cradled me in your palm in the "Freddie" episode and then dropped me on a pile of clown knives in this "Effy" one. That? Before? And even up to the midpoint of this past episode? I connected with that. A lot. Too much for me to be comfortable. And I was proud of you for making me uncomfortable. But then you took that trust and respect that you had earned (back from all your previous fuck-ups) and you flipped it the bird and yelled "Fuck you! Fuck you for caring!" in its face. And that's not an okay way to treat people. And that's why I can't go back to you.
I hope you're happy.
--tinyholidays
PS: In the words of Sue Sylvester (who lives on a show that also has problems maintaining tone): "I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty-cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty-cat; and then on some dark cold night, I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face."
PPS: Thanks woodycakes for reminding me about 12x12. I did take the photos yesterday. I just have to get them onto my computer.