my new favorite series

weeds is a razor sharp comedy series about an upper middle class widow who sells pot to maintain her lifestyle. her neighbors are dysfunctional, amoral and hypocritical - yet judgmental and competitive. most of their energy is devoted to maintaining the facade of normalcy, but the charade is as thin as the layer of makeup on their perfectly painted faces. hilarity ensues. all preconceptions of suburbia being an idyllic place of familial bliss is shattered, then fed through a meat grinder.

it's like desperate housewives on drugs (literally), except with better writing. and strangely true to life. anyone who grew up in these neighborhoods know whose cherubic kid ended up hooked on narcotics and in rehab, which city councilman had affairs (his estranged wife would call my mother and kvetch), whose kid ran away from home and decided to live on the street, whose kid committed suicide after crashing his sports car into the neighbor's garage. suburbia is far from perfect, and its residents are as morally disoriented and confused as anyone else.

this show is fucking brilliant.