White Collar turned fourteen whole episodes old this week!
By most accounts, it has had a
pretty great inaugural season. It was slick! It was timely! It was fun! Importantly, to us, it was gay like balls touching balls! Even as we enjoyed the effervescent oxycodone-induced bespoke high of White Collar, we here at Fanspastic HQ struggled with an existential crisis the entire time we watched this show. Okay, maybe only I struggled with it the most, but we have a standing rule that the person who hates the series the most is required to recap it, so:
( Watching White Collar is extremely fucking vexing to me. No, the topless arts and crafts doesn't make it better. )In other news, fuck you, White Collar, this recap was brought to you by three days, two fingers of vodka, a six-pack of Woodchuck, and 4200 words.