I don’t like binge watching shows. I also loathe the culture that surrounds it. The adulthood expectations of my boring life influence this opinion heavily, but there’s also the thought of having to drop everything and spend 10-12 hours watching something in a misguided attempt at keeping your finger on the pulse of what Twitter has decided is “in” that makes me want to yell at kids to get off my lawn in random places that just so happen to NOT be my yard. But there is a show where I have relented, hanging my head as my pride deflates and I feebly gesture to your TV and Roku stick. Also, I’m sure you have questions as to why I’m sitting in your living room at 2am in the morning, but there are bigger things to discuss here. When I found out the next blog hop was going to focus on binging, my mind went to one of my favorite shows in the last five years: Netflix’s American Vandal. So as someone converted to the binging religion for one show, I guess it’s now
Capturing and analyzing the various vehicles of narrative in the wide spectrum of media. In less pretentious terms, I comment on stuff that tells a story. Because it's the internet.