There. I said it
- is a science-fiction series starring a girl
- is about a girl who acts like a ditz because all she can do is parrot the catchphrases and mannerisms of flibbertigibbets she saw on TV, but still, she crosses timelines without batting an eye
- features a parade of boyfriends so generic they all blend into a hairless metrosexual mass
- goes where it has to, killing people off or dallying with hot lesbo action
- imagines Canadian book publishing as a viable arena for authors who aren’t already famous
- doesn’t apologize to those crybaby Regions for being set in glorious cosmopolitan Toronto
- makes Toronto look pretty good, actually
- doesn’t let Michael Riley be quite as dashing as he could be, and leaves him unnecessarily clothed
- somehow came up with the money to license crucially necessary pop tunes de l’époque
- features – unlike so much Canadian programming – actual plot
- forces you to be confront the dichotomy between the public posture you think you have to take vs. how much you privately like it
Being Erica. The best Canadian show.
I’m sorry. It is. And I’m not even hot for girls.