Recently, I informed a friend that True Blood was returning on June 13th.
Her reply, “You know how I know you’re gay?”
My not-so-witty, brash, and aghast reply, “It is on HBO, so I get to see tits.”
Well, True Blood is much more than a great set of melons and vampires. It is a show with an engaging plot, clever dialogue, and unrealistic character development. Sure, the show is attached to the ‘vampire craze’ but there is no part about the show that means handing over your man-card is necessary.
Anna Paquin, Deborah Ann Woll (for my ginger fever lovers), and Anna Camp headline a visually orgasmic trio of female leads. They are hot enough to keep your nether-regions warm in the Arctic winter. And of course, there is the the cougar-tastic Michelle Forbes who provides the delectable MILF element to the sensual female ensemble.
Also, there is a lot of bad-assery to the war between vampires and humans. Imagine for a second if Blade had actual writers, it would be roughly the same as True Blood. A group of humans trying to resist the uprising of mystical creatures. True Blood just takes it further and gives the characters actual emotions and dialogue. (We are excluding the craptastic sub-plot from last season which will not be named for the integrity of the show.)
The only difference is True Blood’s lead character is female. So the obvious comparisons are drawn to Twilight, the two shows are nothing alike. Tween-boopers rage, climax, and scream to the very scent of Twilight. It takes a sophisticated eye to spot a gem in True Blood. It is not the same type of hype, and female-driven unrealistic love for True Blood. It is a low-key, under the radar, and under-appreciated television show in its premium cable glory.
So if you want to see a good pair of hooters, tune into HBO on June 13 at 8 PM. The rest of the hour long episode will be a good story too, and you can keep that man-card if you keep tuning in.
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