Fleabag, ah Fleabag. Have you watched it yet?
I am trying to devour anything Phoebe Waller-Bridge is allowing me to consume. I wasn’t aware that her content was missing in my life. So naturally, with something that has left a profound mark on me, I thought it was best to get back into writing and express my (not to scare you off) feelings. Yes, I thoroughly agree feelings are the worst.
Fleabag is comprised of two series. Series One follows Fleabag (Phoebe Waller-Bridge) – a twenty something woman navigating life in London after the traumatic loss of her friend. She uses sex as a way to cope with the suffering.
Series Two is a love story. No seriously, a love story that rips your heart out. No, sorry, I should rephrase that: a love story that takes your heart and says, screw this – proceeds to throw it to the ground and figures you will wake up the next day thinking all is right with the world.
Fleabag falls in love with the Hot Priest. Ah yes, a Priest! Here lies her predicament. Have you ever found yourself falling for someone whom you cannot be with? Don’t.
If you have not watched this show yet (available via Amazon Prime), I encourage you to! With the amount of content available to us these days, it’s great to see a show so carefully crafted. The sheer detail of how each character interacts with each other, and even how Fleabag interacts with the camera is outstanding.
Genius. Now let me just try to forget that last episode and all will be right.