Do I continue to watch the series and slowly let my balls atrophy? Do I drown myself in the drama of this river of estrogen and gossip? Do I continue to watch this magical marvel and become acceptant of a world where I slowly develop mammary glands, drink tea and talk like an asshole? Will I slowly give up the fight and succumb to the romantic undertow of this heavenly stream? If I am honest with myself...yes.
I already drink tea like I'm in some sort of tea drinking contest. I have always talked like a pretentious asshole. The addition of boobs and the loss of my balls I think would be a fair price to pay for this rare jewel of entertainment. Is art in its perfect form worthy of the sacrifice it asks of me? Yes, I think it is. I will watch Downton Abbey.
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