My relationship with Supernatural is…unconventional, to say the least. It’s not so much a TV show anymore, but I wouldn’t say it’s a “lifestyle,” exactly. For me, it’s more of a family member—and a toxic one, at that.
I hear people say that Supernatural is their go-to TV “comfort food,” and I wanna know what the hell show they’re watching, because when I watch Supernatural, it’s rarely comforting—or fun, entertaining, joyful…you get the picture. I mean, there’s “Baby,” and “Scoobynatural,” and “Mint Condition,” so there are bright spots, but for me, watching Supernatural is the emotional equivalent of having my fingernails torn off. As Dr. Forrester, the Mad Scientist on Mystery Science Theater 3000 once said, “Prepare for a rendezvous with extreme emotional pain.” It’s gut-wrenching, it’s bleak, and it never fucking gets better!