The title of this blog post... you may be be wondering where I'm going with this...
Am I going to talk about the bone I have to pick with the Casper the Friendly Ghost Defensive Special Team unit for the Tennessee Vols (you can run right through them!)?
Am I going to talk about the bone I have to pick with the Cowboys defense that lost its two best players last night, then everyone else just said F-it, and decided to take an early vacation for the bye week?
Am I going to talk about the Cowboys offense, how much I despise Dez Bryant and seeing Derek Dooley's weather man face on the Cowboy's sidelines?
Am I going to talk about Ray Rice sucking butt hole or how I left Darren Sproles on my bench in two different leagues and all Whitney needs is 13 points from two players tonight to beat me and push me back to last place in the league?
I have a bone to pick with The Carrie Diaries.
You see, there are two shows in the history of the world that I could tell you every single detail about. I've seen every episode no less than 15 times. Those two shows are Saved by the Bell and Sex and the City. I own the entire box set, and I fall asleep every night watching Sex and the City episodes. I feel as if I learn something new each time I re-watch. Judge if you will, I don't currr.
So this weekend, I was sick of watching losers on my t.v. (all my football teams) so I decided to peruse the Netflix offerings. There sat The Carrie Diaries as a recommended watch. I figured, "Hey, why not!"
Before I get into that, let's take a walk down SATC memory lane.
The year is 2002. In the previous episode, Carrie had recently broken off her engagement with Aiden and is now freelancing at Vogue for some extra cash money to
buy more Manolos buy her apartment since it was going co-op.
In her first couple of days at Vogue, Carrie writes an article which Enid, played by Candice Bergen, rips apart claiming it is not "Vogue." Carrie goes to her mentor, so-to-speak, Julian and tells him she wants to quit.
Julian then says, "What would your father have to say about you quitting?"
Carrie replies, "He wouldn't have much to say, he quit my mother and me when I was little."
Now, back to episode one of the Carrie Diaries.
We meet Carrie Bradshaw, a 16 year old girl living in Connecticut dreaming of days in NYC. Her mother has just died of cancer and she is being raised by none other than her loving, caring, always-been-there-for-her-her-entire-life FATHER.
So there you have it. The entire show is a fraud from act one scene one.
Don't even get me started regarding the episode with David Duchovny, Boy-Interrupted. Where David Duchovny plays Jeremy, Carrie's high school sweetheart whom she dumps....... yeah. Jeremy is no where to be found in the Carrie Diaries. WHERE THE HECK IS JEREMY, CW?! This is BS.
The fact that the show is actually pretty cute and I continued to watch three full episodes is neither here nor there. I'm outraged.