On the morning of April 29th, 2011, I awoke at 5 a.m., a bundle of nerves with my game day face on. Drinks were poured, frantic texts sent, and my lucky hat dusted off — after years and years of waiting, and the moment was finally here!
It was the game of the century.
The King had arrived.
It was time for the Royal Wedding.
It’s true. I’m an avid, enthusiastic, follower of sports and the Royal Family. And I love both for the same reason.
At their best, they reward us with once-in-a-lifetime moments; at their worst, they…
“Jane the Virgin” has been a masterclass in storytelling — and what a wonderful, powerful and most importantly, joyful finale we were given.
This series seamlessly wove, only with the rare hiccup, stories about the fundamental commonalities of human existence: depression, loneliness, jealousy, aging, desire, anger, pressure. All against a fantastical, surreal, sometimes magical backdrop. It understood that life can feel hard — no matter your circumstances.
The plotlines could be unbelievably over-the-top, such as:
“I swore to uphold my virginity, and then I was artificially inseminated?”
“My baby’s been kidnapped by my baby’s daddy’s sister’s evil lesbian lover??”