I’ve been watching a new (to me) show with my son. After years of claiming that I don’t like animated sitcoms, like the Simpsons and Archer, at my son’s insistence I tried BoJack Horseman. And I really like it.
I especially love how much the show embraces sadness. Here’s the show’s creator describing BoJack, “One of the ways I would describe his character when I first was pitching my show is he’s someone who looks around at everyone at a party and simultaneously feels smarter and stupider then everybody there. He thinks he’s the best person in the room, but he also thinks he’s the worst. And that idea that “I am smarter then all these people, so why can’t I figure out a way to be happy like them?” was one I was always very interested in exploring. In my most misanthropic, narcissistic moments, how I would look around a room of people and feel that way about myself.”
I don’t often get a chance to talk about the shows I like on the blog though I did sneak a reference in here.
But Season Two of BoJack Horseman ended with a great message about running and about life.