July 7th, 2011
When True Blood first came out, I tried my damnedest not to like it. In fact, I shut the show off after the first few minutes and didn’t intend to watch it ever again. Now it wasn’t that I hated vampire stories (although at the time, maybe I preferred my vamps in the form of Gary Oldman, Brat Pitt or Paul Reubens—talk about classic vampires) or that I had some strange opposition to a show about scary, supernatural beings (I totally love Ghost Hunters and even watched one season of The Bachelor); but I couldn’t get into it. Everyone told me how wonderful True Blood was and I would respond by giving them a leery look. I hate to admit when I’m wrong, but I was wrong.