i'm obsessed with this show

It checks all of my boxes and I'm hooked

You’re reading Swearing Life Lessons which comes out on Wednesdays. Fuck.

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Imagine this.

It’s Friday night. I’ve just put A to bed, which means the digital clock on my kitchen stove tells me the time is 8:42pm.

I silently pad to the kitchen and put away the rest of dinner. Which is ALWAYS pizza.

Friday night isn’t really Friday night around here without these 3 things:

• Pizza

• Popcorn

• Movie

Of which the first 2 are predetermined facts.

The 3rd? That’s where shit gets contentious. Picking out a movie to watch is, well, um… challenging.

…

Me: Hmm, what about Karate Kid?

A: NO, that looks BORING.

Me: Wrong. But, what about… Here Comes the Boom?

A: NO, why would I want to watch that?

Me: Because it’s FUNNY.

A: Well it doesn’t look FUNNY, it looks DUMB, I want to watch BOSS BABY.

Me: NO.

A: But WHY?

And, etc.

…

…

As you can see, the actual picking of said Friday Night Movie is quite conflict-prone.

Although I am happy to report that we have come up with a solution: we rotate who gets to pick!

One week, it’s A, the next week, it’s me.

Does it solve all the fighting between mother and daughter? No.

Does it at least help? You betcha.

Friday nights, they’re a blast!

And for me, the adult in the room, there’s two parts of fun to my night.

There’s pizza, popcorn and movie with my baby girl, AND ALSO, there’s Netflix and chill with MYSELF because I am chronically single and my idea of a great weekend night includes myself and a show and then my kindle and my comfy underdressed clothes and my couch and my bed.

SO ANYWAYS—

Back to what I was ORIGINALLY saying —

(Jaysus I get more distracted when telling stories than a dog who’s just seen a red-tailed SQUIRREL magically appear out of a tree branch)

It’s 8:42pm on a Friday night and I’m cleaning up the kitchen. Because I am just not someone who IMMEDIATELY cleans up the kitchen the second the last bight has entered the esophagus. Judge me, I dare you.

And then? It’s show time, baby.

But actually it’s not. Because FIRST I make myself a cup of tea. I may be 30 but also ancient sometimes. And I most definitely do enjoy a steaming cup of minty sleepy-time tea in the evenings. Mmmm. 🥹

Ok, after the tea is brewed, NOW it’s show time.

I giddily walk to the couch, settle in, click “Netflix” on the black remote and watch away my problems. While sipping my tea. Cocooned in the couch. Wild times, I tell you.

So, the show that I am currently obsessed with?

dun, dun, duuuuuuuun:

The Crown!

Basically me while watching the show.

Fuck it’s sooooo good.

First off, I ADORE historical fiction. Favorite genre to read, FOR SURE.

Second off, I am one curious motherfucker. I find the Royal Family dynamics endlessly fascinating. Or, I just love drama.

Third off, circling back to my love of historical fiction, I particularly find WWII era utterly interesting.

And The Crown?

That bitch checks off all ^those boxes.

1. Historical drama. ✅

2. Satisfies the curious cunt inside of me. ✅

3. It begins in the WWII era. ✅

AND I BLOODY LOVE IT.

(Not to be confused with ‘I bloody love it and have no critiques about it’. Because I do have critiques about the show. It’s very jarring to adjust to new actors for the main characters because they span 20 years every 2 seasons or so. )

Anywho, I’m on season 5 and love it and hate it also because there’s ONLY 1 MORE SEASON TO GO BEFORE IT’S OVER. Fuck I hate goodbyes! I am NOT good with goodbyes. Unless it’s goodbyes to people. Then I am VERY good with goodbyes. 😂

(((WHO HERE WANTS TO TALK THE CROWN WITH ME?)))

Now, I realize I am late to the whole “The Crown” party. 🥳

I did not start watching it until a couple of weeks ago unlike the true OG fans who have been there every step of the way since 2016.

And it’s funny, because people that know me and have watched it have been all:

“MEGAN YOU SHOULD WATCH THE CROWN, YOU WOULD LOVE IT”

And did I heed their advice?

No. I shrugged.

Scoffed, even.

Outright rejected their show-advice-advances.

Honestly? “The Crown” just didn’t seem that interesting at face value. I did not get THE HYPE for this “Emmy Award Winning” show.

And so I wallowed.

→ I watched Selling Sunset.

→ I watched Outlander.

→ I watched Love is Blind.

And then. One Friday night, I decided to watch “The Crown”.

And holy moly it hooked me like a barbed fishing hook gets a rainbow trout salmon in Anchorage, AK (← except that part might not be accurate).

Which begs the question:

WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO WATCH 1 THE SHOW MULTIPLE PEOPLE RECOMMENDED AND VOUCHED FOR?

Which is kind of like how I feel in life, too.

We get great advice throughout our life:

→ Don’t fuck hookers with broken vaginas.

Or.

→ Always get enough water and more than 4 hours of sleep every night.

Or.

→ Stop trying to live your life to match other people’s expectations of how you think you need to act to get their approval so they like you and then suddenly your life is supposed to be better because #SpoilerAlert it doesn’t work that way. At all.

That last one?

Oof that’s the one that gets me (although I suppose the others aren’t without merit, either).

I, Megan Lee, SERIOUSLY need to get that drilled into me.

And it’s so dumb, because just like people told me I would LOVE The Crown, and they were right, common sense also tells me, STOP TRYING TO PLEASE PEOPLE, and they are also right.

So the moral of the story, the takeaway I shall leave in your bursting inbox is this:

→ Don’t ignore the nudges that the universe is trying to give you, and for fuckity-fucks sake, STOP TRYING TO PLEASE THE PEOPLE’S, AND START TRYING TO PLEASE YOURSELF.

If it hadn’t been for people recommending that I watch The Crown, and me finally doing it, I wouldn’t have watched it. And that would have been tragic.

And the same goes for our life.

When you get that nudge from the universe or your pet rock or your book of your friend... Finally fucking listen to it/them, why don’t you.

You’ve GOT this.

I believe in you.

And now? I’m off to cook dinner!

Which is my favorite part of the day.

Actually it’s not. But alas, go to the kitchen I shall.

See you back here on Friday with Confession #002. 🤠

-M