Okay, so I promise that my blog isn't going to become some sort of demented fan blog. But I just have to say this and get it out there.
I watch Bones. I love Bones. In the last year, I've started to get involved with the fan world. I joined Twitter mostly to connect to other people who are fans. My family practically mocks me because of my obsession with this show. (Actually full on mock me.) I've become a die hard fan. And I'm with this show until the end.
So it makes it really hard to read comments left on reviews left by Negative Nancys and Debbie Downers. Maybe I'm a perpetual optimist or a hopeless fool but I'm not unhappy with the path of the show. I understand that everyone is entitled to their opinion and I'm not saying they can't express those opinions. What I'm most upset about is the same people who keep whining about the show. They say they've been unhappy for the entire season. I ask: Why are you still watching it if you hate it so much?! I mean, if I don't like something and I have the power to leave, I'm going to leave. I'm going to walk away and find something that I like better.
I hate reading these comments because afterward I feel down. This is when I decided to take my own advice. No more reading the comments. No more feeling down because some girl in Cincinnati (hypothetical situations- didn't really happen) doesn't like the way the show is going.
On that note: Bones is a fictional show created by real people who are human. You can't realistically expect it to be perfect or completely consistent. And they're not writing it to please just you- the fan. They have to please the network and to get rating. It's not all about you. So just shut up already if you don't like what Booth did and what Brennan didn't do or some plot device. It's a show. If you don't like it, stop watching it. If you keep watching it stop making such negative remarks about it. If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
Whew. Okay. I'm done. I have that out in the open and as with all rants I feel better getting it off my chest. Now I'll go back to writing my usual redundant drivel and you can go back to rolling your eyes at my obsession.
Until next time (if there is a next one after this post).