For years, I didn’t own a television and,
like many others, was very vocal about stating that fact. See, TV
people get a bad rap because most crap on television is really awful.
Who cares about teenage gypsy brides or toddlers in tiaras? Thanks
mostly to Netflix, I eventually discovered there are enough quality
shows out there to convince me to cross the picket lines, clutch my
remote and melt away into the glowing abyss of my boyfriend’s 56-inch
flatscreen.














