Letter #164: Aema*
Good morning, Erin. Love is a many-splendored thing. It can also bite you in the patoot, as I am all too aware. And such is the case with Aema . I’m sure you have no interest in this show, just as I had no interest in this show—save for one important detail: So-e is in it. And I can’t not support my girl. So, did my love bloom into an unexpected poppy of delight, or did affection once again slip a dagger between my ribs as I walked to get a late-night snack? Or maybe it was just pretty okay—who can say—let’s find out, as we continue our used-to-be-on-a-dating-show bloc! 1. Dear God, was this a slog. And I didn’t even watch the whole thing. (I couldn’t. It was that much of a mess.) There were only six episodes— six , Erin, six —and it took me WEEKS to get through them. And, again, I didn’t even watch all of it! 1A. I mean, genuinely, I could not watch for more than 15 minutes at a time, which is probably how long any one episode could hold its coherence before pivoting to an ...