Peak sophistication achieved

Decided this morning I was going to be one of those people who watches prestige television while doing yoga. You know, multitasking my way to enlightenment.

Peak sophistication achieved

Started streaming the first episode of True Detective because everyone keeps saying it’s this incredible work of art that will change my life. Rolled out my mat, poured myself some Lucky Charms (the breakfast of champions and sophisticated TV viewers), and settled in for some serious cultural elevation.

Twenty minutes later I’m lying flat on my back trying to process what the hell is even happening on screen while my cereal gets soggy.

Full surrender to the weirdness.

I thought this was supposed to be a cop show, not a philosophical fever dream with Matthew McConaughey talking about time being a flat circle. Jake walked through and asked if I was having an existential crisis or just confused about the plot.

Turns out you can’t really do warrior pose while trying to follow complex narrative threads about ritualistic murders. Who knew? Going back to my usual Sunday morning programming: cooking shows and stretching. Much more my speed.