The good, the bad, and the sleazy

(Castle and Leverage spoilers ahead.)

Castle left a foul taste in my mouth last night, I'm sorry to say. I've long been used to the idea that my beliefs about sex are in the minority. But to have an hour full of people basically acting like animals, and glorying in it and flaunting it. . . . And then to have Ryan's fiancee turn up as "Gyrating Jenny" in some manwhore's scrapbook, and the whole team in anguish about whether to tell him, and then have him brush it off because hey, they weren't exclusive at the time, and we're all consenting adults here, right?

Gag me with a spoon.

It's one thing -- it's a great thing -- to love and to forgive. But to not care -- to treat the whole thing as a big harmless joke is just . . . just . . . ugh.

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On the other hand, Sunday's Leverage was epic. I could just sit and look at this screencap (courtesy of kasiopeia at provideleverage) all day long.




I don't care what anyone says, I love Nate. Seeing him like this makes me feel bereft. He's lost his son, his marriage, his job, and now his father. Is the poor man ever going to catch a break?

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(Of course, it's possible I take my television way too seriously.)