I just finished this today, and all I can think is that the show would’ve been much better if it had just ended with Season 4.

Dexter, Breaking Bad, and Deadwood are some of my favorite shows that share the same major flaw: one character who is so crappy that they damn near kill the show for me.  In Breaking Bad, it’s Jesse.  In Deadwood, it’s Calamity Jane.

In Dexter, it has always been Deb.  I hated Deb so much that I started to hate other characters based on the amount of screen time they shared with her.  And until Season 5, I was able to blame everything I hated about the show on her.

And as much as I’d like to complain about the specific things I didn’t like about Season 5, that’s not the point of this post.  The point of this post is that I knew Season 5 was going to suck, but I watched it anyway.

Why would I do this to myself?  Why would I watch Lost all the way through?  Why do I keep drinking coffee?

If I were a better writer, I think these questions would be the beginning of the post, rather than the end, but I think I’ve connected the dots I wanted to connect.