“I Want A TV Dad” in Across The Margin
Wow, that is some writers working their shit out,” Jason murmurs behind me on the couch. We assumed our positions thirty-seven minutes prior. He is lying on the chaise lounge part of our fading navy blue L-shaped sofa, and I am propped up against him, vertical, with a coral-and-orange lumbar pillow. This is a perfect configuration for snuggling and remote sharing, something that has become necessary as an hour-long show can take two to three hours to watch with all the stopping to discuss what is happening. This comment comes up frequently, but most often refers to a moment when a bad father attempts to redeem himself to his child.