There’s a show I don’t blog about nearly as much as I should: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Over the years, I’ve dragged a few people down the rabbit hole, and the most recent is the Collected Mutineer. She’s been power-watching season three and I’m just so damn proud.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is, in my humble opinion, the best show to ever grace the silver screen.
For me, Buffy the Vampire Slayer was my childhood in a way that most people my age had Friends or Dawson’s Creek. As the daughter of divorced parents who relocated several times in my childhood, Buffy’s troubles with fitting in at her high school echoed my own. Except, you know, there were more demons and stuff (but I totally had a 6-foot tall dark and handsome brooding over me while I slept).
Choosing only five episodes of this show was possible the most difficult decision I’ve ever made, but I felt like writing about all 145 might be overkill (and please never read Buzzfeed’s article ranking the episodes).