You never think it’s YOU
On romantic fixations/obsessions/toxic relationships and what the ending of (Netflix Hit Series’) YOU really meant | The Muse Letter No. 184
THIS ESSAY CONTAINS HUGE SPOILERS, SO YOU EITHER DON’T CARE OR READ IT ONCE YOU WATCHED THE SHOW X
It’s past midnight and I have two episodes left till YOU is done. I want to be a healthy/grown up adult and close my laptop to uphold some sort of sleep routine but I guess: fuck it. I need to know how it ends.
The fifth and final season holds a power over you that you don’t want to admit. Joe Goldberg’s deep raspy voice is locked in my head. No Joe, you’re not the narrator of this essay.
Like most shows I started watching YOU a little bit later than everyone else. I’m not one of those former Tumblr girls that love to listen to Lana Del Rey & true crime podcasts with a faint goth aesthetic, — which, respectfully, feels like the show's primary target demographic. No shade here, just facts.
A show about murder is usually unappealing to me, which is also why I never really related to Desperate Housewives and never finished How To Get Away With Murder because it made me …