I hear you on being way too invested, I have several long rants posted below. I suspect a large part of the problem is that Oliver is basically my imaginary gay Filipino doppelganger (but with a much nicer apartment) and I really just wanted him to have something nice.

The testing part in the first hour was fine, I thought it was actually a level of social responsibility that the show could get away with, especially the dawning panic in Connor's eyes (and I remember when those results took days to come back — waiting those three days probably took three years off my life), but the…

Oh that's right! "Spot the Asian guy" is not a game I ever expected to play on a show that takes place in San Francisco. It's like the latter-day version of the alt-universe Friends where there were zero black people and one Italian in Brooklyn in 1994.

Except that now we have this totally unnecessary real-world intense, hardcore, painful baggage that Oliver is saddled with. This isn't the show for moral lessons or serious social commentary, and branching into "serious serodiscordant couple drama" and "ridiculous implausible murder mystery freakout" is jarring at a…

Thank you! Maybe they can borrow Katrina the Useless Witch from "Sleepy Hollow" and have her cast a time spell so we can get a do-over, like they did on that show. While she's at it, she can cast a time spell on me so I can move to LA or NY at the age of 21 and follow my heart, instead of being responsible and getting…

Someone in the writers room either recently discovered it, or is reliving a very specific moment in their life.

Here's what I would have done with Oliver:

Laurel is way more conniving than I could possibly have imagined.

I literally forgot everything that happened as soon as Oliver said he was positive. I called it. I fucking knew it (its in my Twitter timeline for christ's sake with a timestamp 9 or so hours before airing!) I'm so angry, Its such a cheap narrative device, I want to go find Peter Nowalk and shake the shit out of him…

The two little brothers are giving Jack and Diane on "Blackish" a run for their money.

The kid saving up his lunch money, with the hollow eyes and too weak to ride his bike! At some point all the boys are talking and he just utters the word "protein!" and I almost fell off the couch.

Yes, then its OK.

Getting dumped sucks. SUCKS. Here is a thing I have learned in 20 years of being the dumper and the dumpee (mostly the dumpee):

I lay that 100% at the feet of Goffman who apparently took the reins in S2. The S2 opening episode was fucking amazing (the visual effects at the end of the cold open, with Ichabod's coffin reassembling itself around him was incredible) followed by 11 episodes of Katrina in her underwear, Mary Sue Hawley, marriage…

That's not what the word "misogynistic" means.

I remember the first one from the pilot, but that just seemed like Sleazy Connor trying to get the deets out of Oliver for the case by slinging wild flattery at him. That they shagged like bunnies afterwards was just sort of sealing the deal.

They showed her face in the last scene, when Robert realizes that she looks just like Whatsisname. She doesn't have Downs. Maybe the child actress is really excitable and they've given her Benadryl or something.

I had to fast-forward as soon as I saw Paddy get upon that chair. Couldn't do it. No way.

1) Is Japan significant?

It was awful but I understand it, where your emotions are so intense they just overwhelm you and you just start saying… stuff, and as soon as words are out of your mouth you know how awful they are, but you can't pull them back into your mouth so you say *more* stuff and it just builds on itself until its the worst…