I'll be the first to admit that I am a:
gamer/
geek/
nerd/
semi-otaku (I do not shy places of the light but do prefer the darkness)/
obsessive compulsive/
INFP
while also playing the roles of an:
intellectual/
teacher/
leader/
husband/
father/
poet/
wannabe novelist/
expatriate/
conservative libertarian/
not quite so God fearing as I should be Christian
I also have the uncanny (or perhaps more common than I realize) ability to utterly decimate TV shows in a matter of days, when I realize I missed an entire season or half-season and the new season has arrived but cannot watch episode 1 of the new season before finishing AND ANALYZING every episode in the previous season to an unhealthy degree... even if I utterly despise the TV show but feel it's necessary for me to watch it because of the above characteristics.
So this leads me to where I was for most of yesterday and most of today, starting on episode 12 of the fourth season of Supergirl and burning my way through to the first episode of Season five. Because I truly hate this show, but feel a sick duty to watch it, as if it did actually improve I would forever feel like I abandoned my civic responsibilities.
I hate the overt politicization of the show. I hate that the values of the writers are crammed down my throat like someone cranking open my mouth with a lever and shoveling eggs down my gullet. And recently I've really just come to dislike the central characters for their (what seems to me) unapologetic narcissism of their values. And what really began to disturb me in Season 4, was that Lex Luthor and Lena Luthor seemed like the best written characters of superhero TV in the past decade, but both are being posed as either anti-heroes or outright villains (obviously, as they should be). But I actually felt more compelled to their stories than I did the central cast, and was actually rooting more often for Lena's small victories against her mother and her moments of defined conviction...
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