Sherlock (Spoiler Alert).

I’ve never understood why or how people get addicted to TV shows. I mean, really, reality TV is all so staged or pointless that I don’t know why anyone gives it the time of day, and all other TV just seems overly dramatic. This is related to my lack of appreciation for theater. I just don’t like fake things. There’s enough real in the world to go around, and I don’t even understand that most of the time.

That’s what I thought before I saw Sherlock. A combination of beautiful casting and a beautiful plot has made me quite the avid fan. Obsessed, frankly. There are few times when pop culture attracts me in the way Sherlock as a whole has done. There are other movies/actors I’ve liked before: I’m a pretty big fan of the Batman movies, my first time seeing Avatar was life changing, and Robert Downey Jr is an all-time favorite. My most recent obsession (besides Sherlock, which is ongoing) is Josh Hutcherson from the Hunger Games; I read his entire Wikipedia page as soon as I could after seeing the movie. And yes, blonde men have become infinitely more attractive to me since seeing him in the Hunger Games and hearing, “Come here. Please.” Alright, so this little list makes me sound obsessed with a lot of actors. But really, if you ask me what I think of most actors, I’ll either Google (I wonder when Google will become a verb that isn’t capitalized at some point because it will no longer represent the brand) them quickly or I’ll tell you straight up I don’t know who they are.

In any case, I really do love Sherlock. Moriarty seriously freaks me out; he reminds me of the Joker to hearken back to my previous favorites (if you can see a theme in things I like, feel free to point it out). Watson is adorable in an aging, loyal sort of way. But Sherlock himself, Benedict Cumberbatch, he really is just fantastic. I think I just really like smart people. Nonetheless, my love for the show did not manifest itself consciously until I cried on the way home from Maine as I watched Sherlock die and Watson hurt so much. I was so involved in the story that I couldn’t remove myself from the situation enough to not cry in the public space of an airplane. I don’t like letting my guard down like that; crying where people can see me makes me feel vulnerable. So now I know: I’m a true Sherlock fan.

I have this shirt in green. 

But I still feel like most TV shows are dumb and should never have an audience beyond the families of the actors who perform in them.

P.S.- Ellen, yes I did watch all three episodes on my travels to and from Maine. I couldn’t help myself! But notice I didn’t publish this post until you had also watched them J