This ought to do it:
I have watched two episodes of Breaking Bad: the pilot, and the one from last week that had everybody rending their teeth and gnashing their garments. All I saw was a bleak, depressing show that made me feel bad about things, but hey, that’s just me. No, what really gets my goat is the undertone of nearly everything said about this show of late, that it is so good that if you don’t watch it, you are literally — and not “figuratively” literally, not the new OED literally, but really actually literally — deficient in some key aspect of your life. I’ve read tweets, more than once, that said: “I feel sorry for people aren’t watching Breaking Bad.”
And now comes Kelly Oxford with this. And I love Kelly Oxford. There are fewer funnier people on Twitter, and I loved her recent book, too.
It seems to me that there’s an awful lot of commentary that suggests, either through tone or just states it outright, a moral or other kind of failing on the part of those who might have a different view. I know I’ve been guilty of that, myself. But I’m going to try and stop.
And for the record, I don’t watch Breaking Bad, I am not going to watch Breaking Bad, and I am not a f***ing idiot.