In case you haven't heard, Enlightened on HBO has been officially cancelled. When I first heard, the news hit me like an unexpected ROUS.
I went through some of the familiar stages of grief.
Honestly, I couldn't believe it.
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| Denial |
The show has such a loyal fan base! Cancelled??
But what if I started a campaign to get it back on the air? Maybe it has a life on Netflix! What about Kickstarter?
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| Bargaining |
Then, I just wanted to fight someone. Let some honcho know that they'd ripped out my still-
beating heart and fed it to the wolves.
beating heart and fed it to the wolves.
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| Anger |
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| Vengeance |
When I realized that my hate and anger were possibly misplaced and definitely useless, I cried until I had no more tears to cry.
I'm not ashamed to admit that the thought of ending it all entered into my brain.
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| Depression |
But only for a moment. I didn't want to give them (whomever they are) the satisfaction.
The show, after all, had two amazing seasons, and it wrapped up in a way that felt natural and beautiful (though a little rushed). Mike White will surely go on to do other great things that I will love quite a bit, if not as much as I love Enlightened. Plus:
But know that Enlightened lives on. It lives on in my heart and in my memory. And though you may ensnare me with Game of Thrones and Veep, I will never forget what you have done.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Iocane powder to discreetly place in one of these two goblets. Let's drink, shall we?
