A Ramble On Everything But The Super Bowl

First things first: No, I didn’t watch the Superbowl.

I did, however, watch the half-time show today, after seeing everyone on Facebook and Twitter (@DiscoveringEmma, shameless plug go follow me) completely lose their minds over Lady Gaga.  I don’t know all the lyrics to all of her songs and she’s not my “Queen,” so does that make me ambivalent?  As I watched on my laptop screen in the local coffee shop, however, I felt goosebumps rise on my arms like continuous waves, and something beat against the inside of my chest.

I really don’t want to make this political, and I don’t want to talk about how it seems like the whole world is crashing down around us, even from across the Atlantic Ocean and far away from all of the immediate drama.  Watching Lady Gaga perform, though, filled me with some sort of pride.  Despite everything going on, there was still someone speaking to the entire world saying “Hey, not all Americans are complete shit, we accept you no matter what.”

When that happens, I can feel myself actually feeling proud to be an American.  It’s been difficult recently, but I’m so thankful for moments like those when we can at least hope everything will turn out fine in the end.  So yeah, Lady Gaga won the Superbowl.

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Riverdale: Netflix Original TV Series

Thing is, I honestly don’t spend much time on Netflix. I’m not a binger (unless you count a few weeks ago when I watched the entirety of Gilmore Girls in an unhealthy amount of time).  Somehow, though, that neon caught my eye right before I clicked the tiny x, and my whole childhood came flooding back, as cheesy as that sounds.

I blurted out an unexpected “Oh my god,” which probably startled my unexpecting boyfriend sitting nearby.

I used to scan the Archie comics in line at the grocery store and if I was lucky, I’d take one home. They made me feel “mature” because I was so far from high school, but I read about the characters’ drama like it was my own life. So, you can imagine my excitement when I saw “Riverdale” tonight, advertised like a wormhole or something, back to my past.

First off, it’s different, as it should be. We live in a digital age, but it’s funny hearing references to Twitter and Uber from characters I associate with- what- the 40s? 50s? Maybe I was just naive, but I also don’t remember Archie having a fling with a teacher (yikes) or a dead boy in a lake. Anyways, I’m glad they’ve spiced things up a bit, and spotting Dylan Sprouse as Jughead was a whole other throwback to my Disney Channel days.

The fact that this is a weekly series is for the best, I suppose, or else who knows what kind of Netflix monster I might evolve into.