I fell in love with a boy who had to sneak out of his house to see me. I say "boy" not because we were teenagers breaking curfew. Shane and I were grown men, consenting adults who had been seeing each other for several months. We had everything: chemistry, passion, heat. But only when we got behind closed doors.
Imagine if a novel was parceled out chapter by chapter to only specific retailers at specific times. The reader would grow frustrated, forced to hunt down bits and pieces of a narrative across different retail access points. This seems absurd in nearly every marketplace, but it is happening in the television business.
"I'm Tired Of Pretending" centralized around a nexus of daddy issues. As Maddie becomes caught up in the implausibly juvenile interactions of Deacon and Teddy, Rayna and Tandy struggle with their respective torment over Lamar's imprisonment. And, once again, the James-Claybuorne-Conrad-Wyatt clan tangle themselves into a narrative fit for a backwoods country song.
It's always uplifting to see marginalized individuals, stand up for what they believe in and reclaim the power of their identity in a repressive setting. Although, the advocacy emotes less inspiration when it's juxtaposed with a phoned in ménage à trois that would even feel low brow for "Gossip Girl."
Welcome to the brand new "Nashville," where Juliette's act is not the only thing that has been rid of its "bubble gum and glitter." A slightly mopey -- though necessary -- episode, "Never No More" is all about constructing the major arcs of the second season, and boy, are there problems that need solving.