Yesterday on HuffPost Live, I was part of a new panel show called
Spoiler Alert, talking about
Masters of Sex,
Boardwalk Empire and the end of
The Leftovers. And the point I kept coming back to--though it was probably better made by my amazing facial expressions--was that a lot of late summer programming is
grim as hell. Like I never thought I would long for the day for Homeland to start, or have the only light at the end of this long, bleak tunnel be the next season of a
Ryan Murphy production, but here we are. What do we have to look forward to these days?
Transparent on
Amazon, but binge-watching is like it's own separate thing--it will be devoured in a week or less and then we'll feel slightly fattened for a day or two before going back to the starving wasteland that lasts until
Girls starts back up again. In
January.