I saw the TV show Dark Angel the other night for the first time. I was prepared for the show to be blatant, but I wasn't prepared for it to be as bad as it was. The main star, who made it a point to strip down to clingy clothes as often as possible, and much more often than neccessary actually went INTO HEAT. God...how obvious can you get? I had heard that the show was written for young testosterone overloaded boys, but this was just ridiculous. The rest of the show was about her friend, equally appealing, trying to keep the heated one from attacking random and multiple men. sheesh.

I guess I'm not very normal. I like there to be room for thought and interpretation in my entertainment. I love old movies, because if the movie was showing sadness, it didn't hit you over the head with it. If you were to hate someone, it was more subtle than in newer movies. It's eerily reminiscent of the 2 minute hate in Brave New World, which I'm rereading.