I don’t believe in gender anymore. I live in a world where girls and boys are just as fucking stupid as each other, and the only limitations are self-imposed by a lack of imagination.
But I don’t live in Texas, where the men are sexy and the women are sexy and Connie Britton is king of all things.
Friday Night Lights is basically the OC but with American Football and shaky cam and without Mischa Barton’s unappetizing issues. FNL is well appetising, it makes you want fries and beer and cheering and snogging and fights and hugs and cries and fist bumps and empowering phrases and a coach and the coach’s wife.
Texas Forever.
popcorn pirate 