I’ll admit I’m at least six years late to this party (I was, like, ten years late to The Wire). But I always arrive! Sons of Anarchy can be difficult to watch at times; I vacillate between love and hate in a matter of seconds.
I may have also spent much of the first two seasons yelling at the TV, “You’re no Walter White!” or “Walter would never make a mess like this!” Yes, they’re messy, crazy, thuggish outlaws.
I seriously don’t know how they make it out of each season alive, and many of the characters don’t. I really wish Charlie Hunnam was going to be Christian Grey—especially since I’m watching The Fall now and am totally turned off by Jamie Dornan—but that’s for a different post!
So why the bags? Because you can’t watch just one episode at a time. I don’t know how viewers waited week after week to see how these shenanigans unfolded. There were definitely sleepless nights.
I’m heading toward the end, though. I can’t wait to see what happens next—but at least I’ve reserved my binging for snowy weekends.