On Wednesday night, I made a mistake. I made a mistake and I decided to watch the new premiere of American Horror Story as it aired, right before going to bed. Mistake. I ended up having to watch an old episode of The Vicar of Dibly (the most delightfully inoffensive, weird little British show imaginable) in order to cleanse my palate and be able to close my eyes without seeing that one guy whose eyes and tongue had been cut out. Body mutilation like that is definitely not my thing and I had some trouble getting passed it.
There is a little part of me that’s cringing that I’m watching this season. Seeing as I’ve actually never seen any of the earlier seasons. I keep meaning to, but never get to it. And since it’s such an anthology series (and I’ve loved Matt Bomer since he was Bryce Larkin on Chuck) I finally decided to dive in in the middle and give it a go. But it still hurts my heart a little when I really think about it.