Desperate Housewives is simply delicious. I mean, really, it’s irresistable. Wisteria Lane may look idyllic, but what a nightmare to live there. Gossip, triangulating, entitlement, greed, cattiness. Toxic in real life, but fabulous in entertainment.
There’s a certain irony to beginning my Sunday in an environment rich in spirit and ending it by watching a show where the characters act in a way I’d never want to. This morning I heard a powerful sermon about prayer. This evening I’m getting a lesson in manipulation.