Weeds, what have you been smoking?
By Janey Pancakes
I know I am not your mother, but I am concerned and I would be remiss if I didn’t at least ask – Sweet Bouncing (tennis) Balls, what the eff is wrong with you?
That wasn’t very nurturing of me, let me start over. I am just awful at being direct. I have been a loyal and emotionally invested champion of you from the get-go and it hurts me to see you heading down this dismal path of self-destruction. I guess the hardest part for me is that I just don’t understand why. Why, Weeds? Why? Whither the biting social satire? Sure, you are dark – and I like that, don’t get me wrong – but lately you have just seemed…I don’t know how else to say it…mean.
I won’t bother with an ultimatum or other empty threats (I am a highly functioning co-dependent and as a general rule, if I stick it out for one season, I am in it for the long haul – the lone exception being Smallville, which I had to abandon after Season 5. I liked exactly one episode of that show and I waited and waited for it to get awesome. The awesome never came.) I just want you to get better. Please, Weeds?