Weeds (the show) broke my heart. We had a great courtship, season one was terrific, and I thought we were going to be compatible for all time. I introduced Weeds to my friends, contemplated adding it to my “Favorite Shows” list on Facebook, and even mentioned it on my blog.
I thought we were real. I thought we were forever.
Then, after I had made my commitment and declared my true love for it, it dumped me. Season two was a right bastard and made me regret every minute I’d spent with the show. What had begun as an entertaining, slightly irrelevant, yet overwhelmingly hilarious show soured into an upsetting, disturbing, convoluted mess of a dysfunctional relationship and as of right now I’m cutting the cord.
That’s it, Weeds. I’ve had it with you. We’re done. Lose my number.
Luckily, this breakup happens to coincide with the weekend so I have plenty of time to nurse my wounds. Maybe I’ll even pick up a rebound show, like Numb3rs, in order to give me the space I need to lick my wounds. That’s not to say that there won’t be booze, though. And brownies. After all, I’m only human and what is a breakup if not an excuse to stuff your face with chocolate and cosmos?