I Wish I Could Quit You
I got asked to write something for Huffington Post. Ain’t no thang. (Okay, it’s a thang).
Garrett watches more TV than anyone I know (including myself) so his authority on this is undisputed. I totally identified with the article, as I watched Desperate Housewives up until last season. The problem? I filled the hour-long primetime soap void left behind with Pan Am. What’s wrong with me? Am I a TV masochist? I should probably be asking my therapist these questions.
