Ever wondered what the point of life is? I mean, besides waiting for the sweet embrace of death while watching TV shows that make you question the sanity of their writers. Take “The Bold Type,” for instance, a show about three young women making it big in the relentless world of magazine publishing. Oh, how I loved it... until I didn't.
By the third season, things took a turn for the bizarre. Enter Mr. Dot Com—yes, that’s what I call the new guy spearheading the magazine’s tragicomic entry into the digital age. He called the website “The Dot Com.” I know, original, right? Repeating it didn't make it sound any smarter.
Their digital strategy was about as well-thought-out as my plan to avoid choking on a pretzel alone in my apartment. And let’s talk about the fourth season where the star columnist gets “her own vertical.” By vertical, they apparently meant a blog. Can you imagine? A blog in 2019! Groundbreaking.
Each episode became a countdown to my eventual demise—as if life wasn't torturous enough with its incessant demands and my cheerful existential dread. Dialogues felt like getting advice on living from someone who believes the Earth is flat.
As the geography of New York on the show got butchered like my hopes after high school, my love turned into fuel for my hate-watch bonfire. Some watch to be inspired or entertained; I watched to marvel at the catastrophe.
You know, life’s a lot like watching a bad TV show: you start with enthusiasm, endure through mid-seasons of sheer lunacy, and in the end, you’re just watching it to finish what you started, accompanied only by your loneliness and a slice of cold pizza. So, cheers to dying alone, leaving behind nothing but an overworked TV—probably still stuck on "The Dot Com."
Based on the original article "I ❤️ a Hate-Watch. Don’t You?".
