Thursday, September 4
Apparently, resistance is futile, because I have finally given in: I'm watching Scandal now. Lo, for more than three years I have resisted the siren call of Shonda Rhimes, but I can do it no longer. This show is powerfully addictive. I don't especially like any of the characters (except maybe Huck, and it seems wrong to feel the most empathy toward the assassin, but there you have it), and I've been known to roll my eyes more than a time or two over the ridiculous storylines and melodramatics, but I cannot deny that the storytelling is compelling. And binge-watching this shit on Netflix is super dangerous. I'm not sure if this is a step up or a step down from my usual binge-watching of teen television, but it must be a sign of something. Shonda Rhimes eventual takeover of the world? An impending mental breakdown? The apocalypse? I'll let you know when I do, but until then, go ahead, watch Scandal -- if you're not already. You'll likely regret it, but don't say I didn't warn you.