There's a lot I'll miss now that Breaking Bad is over. I'll miss Jesse's boyish swearing, Hank's percussive heh-heh laugh, Marie's purple everything, baby Holly's hats. My confusion over how hot I find Bob Odenkirk as Saul Goodman. The entire cast's virtuosic performances, the script's brilliance, the colors and clear blue brutality of the show's New Mexican backdrop. Hell, I'll even miss the vague feeling of mounting existential dread I feel as 9 pm approaches on Sundays. Here's something I won't miss, though: angry little men who hate Skyler White.
First, people hated Skyler White because she threatened to ruin Walter White's burgeoning meth empire. Then people hated Skyler White because she stood up for herself and left her husband. But even after Skyler White gave "bad fans" what they ostensibly wanted and surrendered to her husband's metastatic ego, anti-Skyler sentiment persisted.