I Miss You Already, Mindy

Tuesdays officially BITE THE BIG ONE. It’s no secret that Tues is my most hated day of the week, but it did have one redeeming quality: The Mindy Project. After last night’s finale, the only thing Tuesday has going for it is…absolutely nothing. 

If Mindy and I met in real life, I know we’d be instant girlfriends. We’d have so much to talk about. Like our outrage that shampoo and conditioner come in the same sized bottle when you go through shampoo so much quicker. And we’d bond over the fact that there isn’t anything sexy about sex in the shower; it’s a lot of tight quarters and cool drafts #realtalk

There’s more than enough fabricated bullshit reality TV to choose from these days; there’s not as many options when it comes to a sitcom worthy of an entire 30 minutes (especially since ABC just pulled Happy Endings). In her show and in her book, Mindy just comes across like a straight shooter. She’s up front about the fact that she watches all that crap TV (I mean, who doesn’t), but she’s still a smart, successful, hilarious woman. We need more of those on the small screen, especially since the Kartrashian empire wipes out all strong, intelligent, funny females with merely one minute of airtime. 

I’m going to go bananas over the summer w/out Mindy to look forward to on Tuesdays. I think Greenday said it best: “Wake me up when September ends.” 

Just kidding. I love me some Mindy, but I love daylight past 8pm and flip flops and lime-a-ritas on patios even more #realertalk

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