When it comes to true crime, there’s something we have to admit upfront: it’s pretty fucked-up that we find it so entertaining.
Read the rest of this entry »So, in a move that seems very anti-Jericho, let’s talk a little about love.
Read the rest of this entry »So, a big part of the last eighteen months or so, I have been asking myself a lot of questions about my gender identity.
Read the rest of this entry »You know, a few years ago, I wrote an article wondering what it would look like for a show to deconstruct femininity the same way that so much contemporary television has deconstructed masculinity. At the time, I couldn’t come up with an answer to that question, but little did I know that it was on its way – specifically, in the form of 2020’s I Hate Suzie, created by Lucy Prebble and Billie Piper, and starring the latter.
Read the rest of this entry »You know, if there’s one thing that Jericho does right (who am I kidding, there are so very many things), it’s horror.
Read the rest of this entry »Thank you so much for bearing with me during this short break – things have been enormously and unexpectedly busy the last couple of weeks, and, much as I love the chance to talk to you lovely people about this lovely show, I have mostly been lying face-down in piles of pillows and eating crisps by the multipack.
Remember when I said that I wasn’t going to talk much about my eating disorder recovery? What a gag. We’re back, bitches, and I want to talk to you recovery.
The ninth season of The X-Files is not just the show’s worst season, by a country mile – it is also one of the worst seasons of television I’ve ever watched. And I’ve watched some stinkers.
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