We all love things that are bad for us: that boy down the hall, Cool Ranch Doritos, the Twilight Franchise to name a few. But bad is, in this wacky context, always synonymous with good. The bad that I have found myself so helplessly devoted to in my lifetime has well, yeah ok, sometimes been boys, but has most of the time been the CW classic “Supernatural.
Listen, “Supernatural” isn’t one of those shows that I’m super proud to admit I watch and actively participate in the fandom of. It’s objectively pretty bad. At this point, we’re 12 seasons deep into a show that should have finished years ago with no end in sight. Not even lingering on the horizon. In some ways, I couldn’t be happier that I may never have to go another day of my life without this show but, and I promise it physically pains me to say this, I maybe want to.
For those of you that haven’t seen it here’s some background: Two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, hit the road in their 1967 black four-door Chevy Impala hunting demons, monsters, ghouls, and–well–you get it. I’ve been watching this show since I was a literal toddler, everyone, I remember being only 11 when I saw my first ever episode (it was season 2s’ “Everybody Loves a Clown”) and I became instantly hooked. Maybe it was the “spook” factor, the stellar music, or just how cute I thought, and still think, Sam was but whatever. I loved it.
I noticed something rather strange though, as I began to try and convince my friends and family to jump in the Impala with the Winchesters and me every Tuesday night at 7, and that something was “Why would I watch that show? It sucks.” And all I could ever say in return was “What? No. It does not suck!”
But here’s the thing everyone, here’s my big secret: It does suck! This show is maybe actually bad! Here we are, 12 years into my favorite show and I watch it every week almost praying that our next episode is the last, but unable to stop watching because I am utterly, helplessly, and eternally hooked. I love, like really love, a bad show! Un-ironically! Because I’m attached to the characters!
My point here is I’m not afraid to admit that I love something that not a lot of other people outwardly do. Maybe I’m a little embarrassed, but not afraid. I love “Supernatural” and the Winchesters, and myself for sticking with this show for over a decade, even if I’m ready for it to start winding down. In summation: Love the things you love–even the bad ones– stick to them, but don’t excuse them. Instead, bask in your own devout embarrassment and keep living yo’ life.
Also, even if it’s bad, you gotta check out Supernatural. Do it for me, and for this guy (It’s Sam Winchester):