Fifty Shades Darker: Chapter Nineteen
We left off last week with the delicious prospect of Christian vanishing from the face of the Earth, marking this the first chapter I’m actually looking forward to recapping. On with the show!

We left off last week with the delicious prospect of Christian vanishing from the face of the Earth, marking this the first chapter I’m actually looking forward to recapping. On with the show!

Yes, this question, the very same one I address Twitter after every episode of everyone’s favourite zombie-exterminating TV show, carries a particular relevance after the last episode of season six. And, for no particular reason other than the fact I was reason a hilarious article about what NBC originally wanted The Walking Dead to be, I think it’s time to talk about the cliffhanger that I liked and everyone else wanted to feed to the Governor’s zombie daughter- who Negan killed at the end of season six.

If you’re looking to kick your weekend off with a dizzying spiral of boredom, frustration, and bad writing, I’ve got you covered. To the recap!
We left off with Christian driving Ana back from their appointment with Christian’s therapist (“therapist”), but Christian announces that he’s taking Ana for a “surprise” visit somewhere. I’m not saying this is going to end up with some Dexter-esque torture-murder dealio, but…

Yeah.
Trigger warning for self-harm, anorexia, suicide.
Recently, as you can probably tell, I’ve been thinking about mental illness and it’s representation in the media. While it’s certainly gotten better in the last few years, there’s still a certain subset of representation on TV and in movies that seems to have left a particularly indelible impression on society. And one of those little snapshots of mental illness in the media is that of the “beautifully broken” girl- the sexy young chick whose mental illness is directly connected to her desirability.
Critics are arseholes. I know, because I am one. We’re impossible to please, even when you think you’ve come up with something infallible. Christ, there’s even been a backlash against the nigh-on flawless Stranger Things. If that isn’t untouchable, we might as well all give up now. Just cancel TV and save us all the trouble.

Happy Sunday, my good readers! The football season is back, and I’ve already been crushed with disappointment as an Arsenal supporter, so I figured I’d take this feeling of utter, endless let-downery and turn it into something constructive- ie, a new Fifty Shades Darker recap! I can’t believe we’re already on chapter seventeen- another brutal journey draws into it’s second act once again. Speaking of which, did I mention I linked up all my Fifty Shades recaps in the blog directory? You should check that out.
Well, good morning all- I’m up and about early for me (yes, yes, I know) because the cat just fell down the side of the bedside table in a shrieking, clawing mess and I had to rescue and then comfort her, and while I did so, lo and behold, I noticed that the new Rogue One trailer had been released. And who am I to pass up the opportunity to dissect it?
After season one, I was totally enamoured with UnREAL. It was an odd little show, a meta-drama set behind-the-scenes of a reality dating so that certainly was not The Bachelor, no siree bob, not a chance in hell, and it just…worked. Packed with feminist commentary, phenomenal performances (Constance Zimmer, deservedly, got nominated for her Emmy earlier this year), and some real attempts to depict the racism, sexism, and all-round awfulness that goes into making shows like Not the Bachelor, it was just a solid, engrossing ten episodes of TV. Yeah, it had some missteps, but what first season doesn’t? Their eagerly-awaited second season would surely solidify their good points and do away with their excess baggage.

Sorry about the longer-than-usual wait between recraps, but Suicide Squad was on and y’all know I had some major thoughts on that. Oh, and I realized last night- despite the fact that I’m writing about erotica (“erotica”) I think I failed to mention up until know that I write my own, under a pen-name, which you can buy if you’d like to check it out/stick a massive middle finger up at EL James. Which, I believe, we are all obliged to do as human beings.

I picked Robert Pattinson for extra bonus reminding-everyone-of-plagiarism points
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, and, well, you’ve probably just got me to watch Suicide Squad.
