adventures in tv land

(aka your heroine watches things that do not come straight onto her tv at 6.30 on a Saturday)
(aka your heroine has an internet that allows her to do things now, omg.)

BOMB GIRLS.

Does anyone want to tell me how this show exists? I spent my snowbound Sunday (hush, a centimetre or two in London is as exciting as it gets) catching up on this and falling straight up in love. SO MANY GIRLS. ALL SO DIFFERENT AND WITH INTERESTING STORIES. I wanna roll around in it forever. GIRLS WHO BECOME BEST FRIENDS AND DANCE. I both hate and love Kate and Betty because I think it's going to kill me and Kate's going to be quite straight and Betty's going to have to grow out of this WHOLEHEARTED LOVE she is discovering for Betty.
But but in case you thought I'm only into things for teh gay, I love all the ladies and their stories, even the more conventional ones about rich girls breaking out. Because the writing on this tiny show is brilliant so far, yes it is, and the women are real and many make mistakes but all of their stories are written with conviction and commitment. So starry eyed, and it's almost over. CRUEL.

(On a side note, if anyone is enjoying the fuck out of girls and war, they should go read a new YA novel called Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein. For again, that warm girly relationship with a strong subtext that's the focus of the novel, but that has an excellent espionage plot to boot. LOVE.)

But you know what isn't almost over but is equally great? XENA. Yes, I lose a lot of gay awards for not watching this one earlier. But I have managed to dunk myself right in the middle of s2 (courtesy a terribly dubious channel that I fear might show vampire porn after respectable hours), and equally IT IS THE BEST NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER LIED. I can't take the men on the show seriously yet, and the plots are all ridiculous, but then, I can't pretend I'm watching it for anything other than how brilliant it is to watch two girls who love each other lead a fantasy show.

Frankly, all I should do now is procure some Good Wife, and then emerge sometime in March blinking and dewy-eyed at the variety of girls I've been enjoying.