Discovering Nashville was a little like falling in love, for a certain kind of woman.
I was that kind of woman.
“You should watch it, you’ll really like it,” cajoled my match-maker colleagues, nudging me towards a show they knew was just my type.
And they were right. In those early days of obsession, I could barely sleep for watching. I couldn’t think about anything else. I sought out people who felt the same. I wrote about it. I made new friends around the world who shared my passion. I sang the songs, I quoted the lines, I stopped this short of joining a fan forum, for Christ’s sake.
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What would Rayna Jaymes do? We would ask each other around the office, reveling in a grown-up TV heroine who had balls, smarts and hair you’d swap your firstborn for.
It was, in a word, tragic.
But hey. When you’ve got little kids and a busy job and you don’t get out much, you take your kicks where you can find them, right? And six months or so ago, I was finding my kicks in binge-watching a country-music soapy drama that sucked me in with its tangled plotlines of strong women, traitorous men, addiction, loss and many, many love triangles.
Hook, line and sinker.