From the moment Sex/Life dropped to Netflix on June 25, horny people everywhere have been blind to the fact that it's problematic because, you know, there's a lot of sex in it.
I would rank watching Netflix’s latest offering Sex/Life somewhere between getting diarrhea in Barnes and Noble and my annual gyno check-up: awkward, painful, and viscerally embarrassing.
If you haven’t seen Netflix’s new show Bridgerton, based on the books by Julia Quinn, please give me the address to the rock you’re living under so I can move there too and avoid the news, and then stop reading this and go watch it.
