How many feminists does it take to review Veronica Mars?

That's not funny.

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Ugh. It's almost ironic, though not quite because I am reaching for comparison, that this episode's plot featured a poor painter when the episode itself was done entirely in unflattering broad strokes. See? See what I did there?

I'll give the episode credit. It really, really wanted me to like it. It tried real hard. "I think that's just because they don't know how" made me laugh out loud. They quoted the Big Lebowski. I would honestly watch The Keith and Weevil show all the time if that were possible. And "[gasp  ] ... No." Yes. Veronica Mars listens to Neko Case. Of course. And I was floored.

Seriously though, I hated this episode a lot. There were places where I winced. There were places where I emitted ugly and involuntary noises. I liked Logan much better when he was not just allowed, but expected to be an asshole. The longer he and Veronica date, the less I like him, and the less I like Veronica. I'm sorry to anyone reading who thinks they're the perfect couple. I don't know who wrote this episode, but it sucked. Again, broad strokes. That's really all I care to say about it.

This borders on being off the topic, but I was pissed off by the peripheral "guest" "stars." The chicks anyway. They can't act. Actually, that's not true. I don't know that. But they're not acting. They are not working at all. What about the craft? The art? The actual work that it takes to make an actual good performance? Don't any of these people care? I care. I care very much. This is so important to me I could cry about it. But this entry is not about me and how I'm dissatisfied with my life. Maybe in a future composition. (Oh boy?)

No, this entry is about my favorite television show, and how I really didn't like it this time.

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