Sundays are Damaris and Laura days, and quickly becoming my favorite days of the week. Today I went over early so we could watch
The House of Yes, which I'm absolutely shocked I hadn't managed to watch before, because it hit so many of my sexual and literary kinks (yes, you can absolutely have literary kinks -- from certain plot arcs, to conflation of issues, to parenthesis) that I was a fidgeting mess by the time the film hit it's climax. Pun intended.
There's a very specific audience for this (kind of) movie, so I'm not going to give a blanket rec.
Then there was delicious food and 10,000 (which I'm told is called Farkle online). And Big Love, which I'll get to in a minute. We also watch Shameless, which I enjoy but not on a fandom-y level, aside from my devotion to Emmy Rossum's breasts (and pure adoration to little Deb and love for Joan Cusack's character Sheila).
So. On to the big show. There are endless things to find problematic about Big Love, and that hasn't stopped this season. I frankly spend so much time rolling my eyes at any scene where the wives aren't on that I probably couldn't recount what happens.
( more spoilery thoughts, not processed )