Nah, it's pretty glorious right through season 2. And by glorious I mean constantly funny, brutally honest, and sometimes heartbreaking. Dark, bitter, and delicious. And at the end of it all...yeah, uplifting in a strange way.

The episode with Charlotte and Penny was brutal. Also...enlightening. I dunno, you certainly can't draw any moral absolutes from it. It weaves through a fog of moral ambiguity. Maybe that's something art is meant to do: pick at those frayed edges. (Mixed metaphors!)

But yeah, it definitely was a crushing plot line. I guess that's what happens when you leave true love for so long: it finds someone else. And you'll be tempted to reach out for it once more, especially when what looks to be a second chance is staring you in the face, but it's gone. I don't know why this revelation makes me happy. I'm in sort of a similar predicament, although it hasn't been as long as it was with Bojack and Charlotte. I guess that's it: in this instance I think I understand what is being said about Bojack's success, sacrifice, and loss, and there's still time for me to change things. (Haven't really acquired the "success" part of that formula yet - like, not even a fraction - but whatever. I have in my own demented ways...no wait, I haven't. Fuck.)

When Bojack rescues Todd from that improv cruise/cult, I think that's him recognizing and tending to real love in his life for once while he still has it. Obviously it's not the same kind of love as the kind he shared with Charlotte, but it is genuine love.

It feels weird to talk about this show. Like staring into the sun. I love it but also augh, my eyes. I think they're bleeding. I'm good, I am. Just wow. Holy crap.