I’m being extremely lazy today so thank you for making a comment that better articulates what I’m thinking.

Good. I am against the whole idea of Influencers as a profession.

The confessional is an interesting element—I can see the argument that that was inappropriate, but it didn’t register for me as a real “confession” dynamic. But there is a bigger conversation to be had there, for sure. But as far as the dinner, I don’t agree that that’s disqualifying. Coming from a nutty family and/or…

Semi related—-my mom and dad got together while he was a Jesuit and she was a receptionist at the mission office. Apparently for them to even get to a place where they acknowledged they had feelings for one another and then deciding to act on it was a years-long process. The weird thing was that there was an almost…

Girl....

Well, you have to realize too, that Brits feel VERY different about priests than Americans do. In America they’re put on pedestals and have a lot of power and influence in parishioner’s lives. In England, they’re more of an oddity and often fetishized. Not to say that’s what Fleabag is doing, I think she likes him…

The Jesuit priest makes a very good observation. But it’s also worth pointing out that all the characters in Fleabag are really self-involved, so it makes sense that the priest would be as well.

On the one hand, yes. On the other hand, she wasn’t a parishioner and whatever happened didn’t destroy her (non-existent) faith or worldview. My takeaway was that their connection transcended his profession - two people struggling to find peace that understood each other on a very deep level. He’s the only one that…

Fleabag is so unique but I’d recommend Killing Eve (for more of Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s brilliant writing), Enlightened (for a great nervous breakdown and a messy road to a better life), and Russian Doll (for Natasha Lyonne’s chutzpah and good smoking, on par with Fleabag’s.)

I ain’t catholic but he ain’t wrong. My heart almost broke at the end of the confessional scene and I kept saying, “bad priest, bad, bad priest.” That was 100% not what she needed. 

The beer deliveries to the Jesuit residence were legendary in my high school. We’d watch in math class as the distributor’s delivery guy rolled several dollies full of European beers too fancy for us to even know about every week. It was only 12 guys, but I think they had people over a lot.

I expected to be mad about this but I think it’s a really good take. However, I think this rejection for her is a lot different than other rejections and she showed growth both during the romantic aspects of their relationship, and afterward. (e.g. forcing the camera/audience away when they’re fucking, not letting the…

I love that a Jesuit reviewed this because Jesuit priests are the drink-iest, swear-iest priests out there. The best bottles of wine and whiskey I’ve received in my life have been from Jesuits. They aren’t called the confessors of kings for nothing.

Nah, Crashing is great. You just have to remember that it was her first run and she didn’t have the confidence of voice she’s grown into so, so well.

Unrelated but: any time someone introduces a guinea pig on a TV show it makes me nervous. I’m always scared Fleabag’s guinea pig is gunna get stepped on!

Oh, absolutely.

I can’t be mad at this. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yeah, he’s not wrong on that.  You’re right, this is actually a pretty good review.

It’s annoying as fuck being a woman, and a lesbian to boot, hearing the shit men say. I use to think saying I that I was gay would “protect” me but quite the opposite. The onslaught of nasty comments I’ve gotten over the years would probably not surprise you and also make you want to barf!

Coming from a male, this comment made me lol, and it’s true, especially of the Daily Mail. Such a fucking piece of shit of a “publication”.