Pity the poor boys in my life from 1996 on, few as they may have been. That was the adolescent year I first started reading novels by Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters, and even though at the time I had precious little real-world boyfriend experience, I still knew deep down that an actual teenaged […]
The only thing more perversely satisfying than loving a TV show nobody else seems to appreciate is learning that show actually has a passionate, outsized following, and the suits who canceled it must now face the fact that they were WRONG WRONG WRONG. Some of the shows below were killed long before their time; others found a […]