Have you all watched the new Netflix show Sense8?
I burned through all twelve episodes in a three-night marathon. It’s all about binge watching now. The upside is no more waiting for resolutions; the downside is no more waiting for resolutions. There was fun in the anticipation of what troubles our favourite characters would get into each week — like a first kiss. Would it reward us? Leave us cold? Wanting more? Now we watch until our eyelids burn and our dreams confuse us.
But Sense8 is worth it. There is so much to like about it, although I have to make sure all minors are fast asleep before sitting down to watch. It’s not family viewing, friends. The characters are flawed and the locales are gritty and it’s not mindless viewing, which was the very reason we ditched regular TV last year.
Like any good obsession, I’m telling everyone about it and waiting until friends have caught up so we can discuss story lines. Remember getting together for weekly Melrose Place viewings? Well, Sense8 is like that only better because there’s talent and a script and talent.
I’m not being paid to say these things, I’m only a fan. The show touches on a lot of big ideas: rebirth, sexuality, good, bad, what it is to be human — just your normal dinner conversation — and somehow (sleep deprivation fuels a lot of things) it made me want to write again at Jack Straw Lane. I realized I missed going on about important and not so important things, even if no one read it. It’s not as though I gave up putting pen to paper completely though, I’ve written and edited elsewhere.
Some of you know I’m a food writer for Erica Ehm’s YummyMummyClub.ca where I’m usually finding a way to work cheese into my recipes. There’s also the writing and editing at Life In Pleasantville, which covers travel, hot topics, food, and our contributors’ latest crushes. You should check that out.
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