Ok. I’m watching Emily in Paris. Enough of you have seen it that I’ll live tweet.

It’s impossible now for me to think of Kate Walsh as anything but Hannah Baker’s bereaved mom.

Something about this show smacks of an early-2000s carelessly American aesthetic that embarrasses me now?

COOPER. We’re really going for quintessential American here.

I assume by the extra effort this bag man is putting into his sultry French accent that he’s going to develop into a love interest, yeah?

LOL not me losing a follower for this thread!

Anyway, it’s worth nothing how differently this Emily-bagman scene played out than it would’ve, say, 15 years ago.

Bagman’s advances would’ve played as sweet and “foreign” (of the Euro style) before—now shut down quickly by Emily, whose annoyance is palpable.