True Detective Season 3 and the Recontextualization of Loss

[Warning: This post is going to get real spoilery real fast. Do yourself a favor and go watch season three of True Detective if you haven’t yet. It’s very good. Then come back and read this.] Continue reading “True Detective Season 3 and the Recontextualization of Loss”

Dating Around and the Death of the Ego

Netflix’s Dating Around is a reality show with a very simple premise: Each episode, one person goes on dates with five other people and then decides with whom (if anyone) among that group of five they want to go on a second date. There are some good lessons to be learned from the show, and among them is this: you can’t predict chemistry. Continue reading “Dating Around and the Death of the Ego”

Relaunching the Blog, Stepping Aboard the Airship

 

Hi everyone,

After neglecting this blog for several years, I’m finally relaunching it with a new design and a new name. Say hello to “The Pop Culture Couch.” Gone is the lack of focus of my old blog, where I wrote about whatever topic I wanted whenever I felt like it with no rhyme or reason. Now I’ll be focusing on looking at issues like mental health, relationships, and self-improvement through the lens of pop culture. It’s pretty much what I do all the time anyway; I just haven’t been great about putting it into writing as of late. Continue reading “Relaunching the Blog, Stepping Aboard the Airship”

Five Alternate Endings for Last Friday Morning

Last Friday morning was a difficult one. A little over nine months after separating from my now ex-wife, I finally made the soul-crushing journey down to the local circuit court to file for divorce. It was an overwhelming experience in many ways. It was expensive. The paperwork was confusing. And worst of all, it meant I could no longer be in denial that our marriage was over. Continue reading “Five Alternate Endings for Last Friday Morning”

Me, My Mom, and the Terminator

One of my fondest memories of my mother involves killer robots. It was early July, 1991, and by some set of circumstances I can’t recall my father and sister were not home that day. It was just me and my mom. She made me my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and asked if there was a movie I would want to go see. I answered without hesitation: Terminator 2. Continue reading “Me, My Mom, and the Terminator”