Picking the Oscars With a Moron
Mine is a life of dichotomies. I log countless hours at the gym yet have a booth on reserve at the Great American Buffet. I love sex, yet panic after […]
I tend to be a logical, keeps-his-cool kinda guy. Not to the degree of Mr. Spock, mind you, though I do view him as a role model for how all humans should behave. (Feel free to play “Guess At What Age The Author Lost His Virginity” in the comments section after reading that.) Which is why it pains me to admit the following: I’m a ball of emotion. And I’m not just limited to things like “hungry” and “erection” (note: those might not be emotions). We’re talking actual, fully-developed human feelings.
Why am I revealing all this to you? Because I’d like to think that having a metaphorical vagina the size of a catcher’s mitt combined with my comedic sensibilities makes me a great judge of romantic comedies. So when I say that Gavin & Stacey‘s titular couple is the cutest duo on TV since Pam and Jim became intolerable, you should probably spit in my face out of disgust at reading the word “cute” on this site, then kick me in the testicles until I’m unresponsive. But after hiding my corpse, take a look at Gavin & Stacey this weekend before it’s removed from Netflix streaming. The story of two young people who meet online, fall head over heels for each other, get married and then wind up living back at home because they’re broke is an incredibly refreshing premise, and the show has the impeccable wit you’d expect from a Britcom. So, please, watch it…or I might just cry.
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Andrizzleton on January 27, 2012
Indeed another reason why I hate US sitcoms…the obvious superior Britcom.