Don't get all crazy on me, bloggers. I know the headline is a quote from Gossip Girl, but I feel it's semi-appropriate regardless. I LOVE this show. I watched the first season via Showtime On Demand back in 2006 and didn't quite love it. But I stumbled upon Season 3 and then ordered Showtime for Season 4 and was hooked. Thanks to getting Season 2 on DVD for Christmas, I have successfully devoured every episode. And much like a pothead, I am craving a new season like a big old cupcake. Or something else that people who smoke a lot of marijuana like to eat while high.
I'm treading in unfamiliar territory here, people. Sorry.
I know it is a gross oversimplification to say Weeds is about pot, but I still find it noteworthy that I love a show so much and hate marijuana so much.
I was watching the Season 4 finale just a few minutes ago for the second time, and there were two scenes that basically highlighted why Mary-Louise Parker is a goddess.
The first scene is when she's taking a bath and Andy knocks on the door. She doesn't flinch that she's topless even though he's got a huge chub for her. Then she dangles her sex in front of him asking him to fill up the tub with bubbles for her so she can tell him all the trouble she's in.
I have to remember that trick.
The second is when she's ordering Silas a gift basket from her OnStar system at what appears to be 11:00pm, so I can't imagine why some place is open.
"'Dear Silas, If I never see you again, I've been murdered'...Don't write that. 'Dear Silas'..."
Not that I needed a reminder, but seeing that episode made me increasingly happy to see a new season start tomorrow night. The dreadful abyss that is the television landscape will be dramatically rescued for at least the next few months. Would it kill Showtime to have 22 episode seasons? I'm sure everyone that works on the should wouldn't mind the extra money.
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