JR and I have very different taste in TV shows, so it’s very rare to find a show we both want to watch. I love reality shows – from the really good, like The Amazing Race and Survivor, to the really bad like Teen Mom and Real Housewives of Orange County. He prefers the History Channel and Archer. We’re always on the lookout for a new show we can watch together, and it’s especially nice if it’s a series that is complete or almost complete and we can binge watch the whole thing whenever we want. Thank goodness for Netflix and Hulu!
We’ve watched The Wire, Breaking Bad, Deadwood, and Dexter and quite a few others this way (out of all of them, we both agree that The Wire is one of the greatest ever.) Several friends and family members raved about the FX show Sons of Anarchy, so it’s been on our “to watch” list for a while now. We started it in December and it’s basically been ruining my life ever since.
I won’t post any spoilers, in case anyone wants to watch the series someday – but I highly recommend you skip it. I’ve come to hate every character on this show. Like, literally hate them and think about them long after I’ve turned off the TV, which maybe says more about me than the series. If we watch it just before bed, I usually have some awful violent nightmare (this was especially true when we watched the first few episodes of Season 5). I even hide my eyes (and sometimes my ears) during the worst scenes, but the entire show is just so, so violent. Except when they’re having a shootout, because for criminals, they are the worst shots in TV history. I probably have better aim than all of them, which is says a lot considering I’ve only shot a gun once. No one ever gets hit in these scenes, so when they come on JR and I are usually laughing because they’re that bad.
There is nothing believable about the show. I mean, I don’t know a lot about outlaw motorcycle gangs, but the storylines are totally absurd and with so many new gangs and bad guys introduced each season, it’s often hard to follow (and to care). The characters do and say the STUPIDEST things. Most episodes end with Jax promising the club, or his wife, that they are all safe and things are going to get better – which of course it NEVER does.
My friend Erika and my cousin Jolene both watch the show, so I frequently text them when I’m getting upset. Here are some of my recent texts:
“SOA is killing me.”
“I’m beyond stressed. This show is stressing me out.”
“I hate Gemma with a fiery passion.”
“My heart is racing. THIS CANNOT BE GOOD FOR THE BABY.”
“I seriously hate this show.”
Another reason this show has ruined my life is that I’ve loved the name Jackson for YEARS, and it’s one of the few names JR and I agreed on for the baby, partly because it’s a family name on his side. Thanks to the main character Jackson “Jax” Teller, we’ll never be able to use it now and keep a straight face. If it weren’t for my current condition, we’d make a drinking game out of watching and that might lighten things up. They say “bro” at least 10 times per episode and hug each other twice as much. JR and I have started asking each other “you need a hug, bro?”
You may be wondering why I’m talking about a show I hate. That’s the worst thing about it -at this point I’ve invested so much time and energy that I have to see it through to the end. JR left on a work trip yesterday and told me I could finish it without him because he’s over it. I’m so frustrated with myself for not being stronger and quitting earlier but I can’t now, I’ve given the show too much of my life. So now I’m trying to just power through – yesterday I watched 5 ridiculous episodes – and think happy thoughts when it’s over. Maybe I’ll put on a Disney movie later or something.
In completely unrelated news, Amy and I spent a wonderful morning yesterday away from the TV running a few errands around town. We stopped by her favorite jewelry store, and the owner was in a celebratory mood because it was International Women’s Day and the 10th anniversary of him opening his shop. In addition to offering us a discount on our purchases, he convinced Amy to partake in some rakia (the local homemade liquor that doubles as paint remover) with him. I don’t know what made me laugh more – that he kept his rakia in a water bottle, or that Amy went for it at 10am. When in Kosovo!