This show is horrible in ts excellence.
I just watched season three’s finale of The Handmaid’s tale. I was alternatively weeping for joy or holding my husband’s hand in a vise-like grip due to the suspense. It is, without question, the best television series that I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
Everyone I’ve talked to seems to be on one side of the fence or the other about this series. Either they love it and are every bit as obsessed with it as I am, or they have never seen it and don’t want to because it’s got the reputation of being upsetting.
Yes, it can be upsetting. It’s full of rape and mutilation and adversity and violence. It shows what can happen when ruthless fascists take over and think they know what’s best for our society more than we do. It’s the worst-case scenario regarding the subjugation of women. It is about the heartless suppression of the voice of the people and a blatant disregard for human rights at a time when we’re already seeing way too much of that in real life.
But to focus on the darkness is to miss the entire point. That’s not why I watch The Handmaid’s Tale.
I watch it for the triumphs that are so hard-won amongst all that misery. I watch it to remind myself that no matter how bad things get, there will always be those of us who are willing to fight for what is right and never give up. Even while it exposes the ruthlessness of humanity, it also reaffirms my faith in what is good and straight and honest and true. It is an opportunity to celebrate the strength of women against all odds. It also demonstrates just how messy morality can be.
The acting is phenomenal. And the character development is beyond compare. Everyone is full of complex flaws, and I genuinely feel as though I’ve seen more than one person completely lose their mind on this show. And yet they persist.
I’m not going to lie. I also watch The Handmaid’s Tale to bear witness, and to learn what it might take to survive if this nightmare comes to pass. Because sometimes surviving is the greatest triumph of all.
I challenge you to watch at least the first three episodes of this show. If you’re not hooked by then, at least you won’t have to live with regrets. You will at least have had a taste of perfection. And I assure you that each season so far has been even better than the last.
This show is horrible in its excellence. I can’t wait for season four. Best. Show. EVER.
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I think my laptop knows more about me than anyone else does. Disturbing, but true. And your computer does, too. It knows your likes and your interests, it knows who your friends are, it even knows what you look for when you job hunt. If you have some kinky propensity that you haven’t shared with even your best friend, rest assured it knows about that, too.
Think about it. It finishes your sentences for you, as if you’re an old married couple.
When I open my browser and start to type in a web address or something in my Google search field, I often don’t have to type more than one or two letters. What’s interesting is that every single one of us can do this and it will yield completely different results. If that doesn’t equal a digital representation of who we are as individuals, nothing does.
Here are some of my keystrokes and my computer’s helpful suggestions for web addresses. I’ll let you decide what this says about me.
- t = https://theviewfromadrawbridge.wordpress.com/ (of course!)
- f = Facebook
- y = Youtube
- h = Hulu. (Are you sensing a trend? I don’t really lead an exciting life.)
- d = dictionary.reference.com (and you thought I was a confident writer.)
- j gives me my local public library. Yay books!
- k sends me straight to kayak.com, although I have no idea why. I haven’t been able to travel in years. Wishful thinking on my laptop’s part?
- m takes me to Mapquest. I may not get to travel, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still get lost.
- s = Second Life. Even though I don’t have much of a first life, my second one can be rather exciting.
And here are some of my recent search terms on Google, apparently.
- A is for Aborigines and Ad blocker.
- B is for Barack Obama, Bobby McFerrin and Bear Hibernation.
- C is for Capricorn and Carpe Diem.
- D is for Dogs for Defense and Daddy Saddle (Only for research purposes, I swear. It’s a long story.)
- N is for Nelson Mandela and Nutrasystem, which is kind of an ironic juxtaposition.
- P is for Philip Seymour Hoffman and Pete Seeger, may they both rest in peace.
- Q yields nothing. Poor neglected Q.
- T really reveals my eclectic nature. It gives me Trepanning, TED Talks, and The Peeling Garlic Trick.
- W is for Wizard of Oz and a ton of questions that start with What.
There is really no need for interrogation in the modern world. To find out who someone is, where they’ve been, and what their intentions are, simply look to their laptop and all will be revealed.
A few years ago I was in a period of nearly constant relocation, and during one of those moves I became heartily sick of the whole process and just never got around to setting up my television. I discovered that I really didn’t miss it, so during the next move I simply donated it to Goodwill along with a mountain of other junk. Now I can easily imagine a future in which I never own a TV again.
Don’t get me wrong. I still watch shows, but I do so on my laptop. When I’m bored I’ll go pull something off Hulu or Youtube. I’m not completely commercial free. But I avoid series. I don’t want that kind of commitment.
I have to say it’s been nice not having a heartless screen staring back at me in the bedroom or living room. It’s liberating to watch shows when I want to, and have no cable bills. It’s nice not planning my life around various series or specials or events. It’s delightful to be more discerning as to my sources of news. And I have one less thing to dust. I feel strangely liberated.
When I tell people I don’t have a TV they look at me as if I have two heads. Some random telemarketer called me up to try and sell me a cable TV package, and when I told him I don’t do television, he didn’t believe me. He couldn’t grasp the concept at all. I strongly suspect no one had ever said that to him before. He probably thought I was lying to get him out of my hair. (Which is not something I’m averse to. Whatever works. It’s just that this time it happened to be the truth.)
Television has become such a big part of our lives that we find it hard to imagine living without one, but it really is a relatively recent phenomenon. There was life before it, and there will be life after it. These “things” that we use to clutter up our lives are highly unnecessary.
Having said that, if you try to get between me and my laptop, you’ll pull back a bloody stump.