Great. A new excuse to procrastinate.
It seems that the best guilty pleasures come into your life out of nowhere. I was listening to an episode of Fresh Air where Terry Gross interviews this actress named Phoebe Waller-Bridge that I don’t recall ever hearing about before. They’re talking about her series Fleabag, and it got me slightly interested, so I keep on listening.
Days go by and I forget about it, until it’s a weekend afternoon and I decide to watch something. Suddenly the name of the show pops in my head and it seems like a perfectly good time to give it a try. Next thing you know, I am hooked (very unexpectedly) and can’t stop watching. Mind you, each season has only six 20-something-minute episodes, so it’s pretty easy to quickly go through all of them – this is me attempting to justify my impromptu binge session.
The show is a dark comedy that follows the story of a London woman who’s going through grief and confusion, while tackling friendship, dating, work and family. It’s strange, fun and compelling. The main character is very likeable and unlikable all at once, and that keeps things so fresh and interesting! It turns out I really enjoy shows about dating: there were Girls, Master of None, and…wait that’s it. Well, I used to love watching those so I see a pattern here!
I hear there’s also this series called Catastrophe that’s similar to Fleabag, and therefore worth watching – which makes me very intrigued. But one new guilty pleasure is enough for a month so I’ll keep that one on the back burner for now – until it pops up in my head on a random Saturday afternoon and I suddenly have to watch it.