About a month ago, my sister introduced me to Blue Bloods. Seasons 1-7 were on Netflix, and season 8 is currently airing. Naturally, I immediately finished all 8 seasons. After season 7 ended, I started to get heart palpitations because season 8 wasn’t on Netflix, and OnDemand had like 3 random episodes. Luckily, Amazon Prime allowed me to get a free 7 day trial for CBS All Access – and I was able to watch until episode 18 – because the rest hasn’t fucking aired yet. So now I’m sitting and waiting because what else can I do besides let myself die slowly.. which brings me to my next point.
Remember before Netflix? When you had to wait until next Wednesday at 8/7C for your next episode to air? And if you wanted to re-watch a show.. you had to find a shitty quality stream with Chinese subtitles on YouTube? That’s really all I have on that subject. Just take a moment of silence and thank the technology gods for giving us the gift of binge watching. Actually, I lied. Fun fact. I just read somewhere that in recent years, obesity rates have gone up BECAUSE of Netflix.. among other things obviously. But they said that “people’s health is deteriorating” because they don’t move their fat asses or get enough sleep because they’re watching 186 episodes per week.. Which makes a lot of sense and brings me to my nexttttt point.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE FINAL SEASON IS OVER? We’ve all gone through this tragic experience, and I recently realized that there should absolutely be a support group for this because my withdrawal symptoms are becoming physical. In this current Blue Bloods experience, I find myself Googling interviews, reading articles, and finding ANY kind of hint as to whether they’ll be renewed for season 9. I was told: to find another cop show and to find a hobby because I have too much time on my hands.
To address both these shitty fucking pieces of advice: It really is a great show. However, I have fallen seriously in love with Officer Jamie Reagan. I was asked if maybe I had a uniform fetish, but I don’t – pure coincidence. While I generally prefer prepubescent blondes, something about Will Estes just does it for me even though he’ll be 40 this year. Although, he was a 20 year old blonde when I first wanted his dick, so maybe it’s not that far off – old habits die hard. So in the course of my therapeutic Google and YouTube searches, I’ve learned that not only is he very much like his Jamie character, but that he’s single. I’ll stop here because no one really needs to know what happened next.