I decided I was done with Downton, as well. I just can't bring myself to watch a show where I want to slap more than 50% of the characters, no matter how much I enjoy seeing their costumes.
|More fun than a barrel of suppurating donkey meat with a soupçon of fox flesh.|
But not much more fun.
So, I wasn't one of the twenty gazillion watching the Season 4 premiere last Sunday night. I'm not saying that if I come down with a case of stomach flu a couple of months from now, and the room is reeling, and I am lying there sucking on ice chips that I won't succumb to a Downton binge. But right now I am looking forward to new seasons of House of Cards and Orange Is The New Black on Netflix.
Netflix is so much more civilized. They release all the episodes on the same day and we, the customers, can choose how we want to watch. Why, it's almost like living in the future.
And while I'm at it, why doesn't anyone say that someone who sits down and reads a book over the weekend is "binge-reading." It's as though binge-watching were something shameful, like eating thirteen pints of Ben & Jerry's at one sitting.