13 Reasons Why “13 Reasons Why” Sucked

CONTENT WARNING, HOMIES: Mention of suicide. No descriptions or details.

Also spoilers, OBVIOUSLY.


I don’t actually have 13 reasons lol, but I’ll list… a number of them.

1. It glorifies suicide SO HARD.

It’s just a revenge fantasy for depressed teens, and that’s infuriating and likely destructive. But, much smarter people than me have covered this in detail, so I don’t need to dig into it.

2. The moral ambiguity isn’t goddamn ambiguous enough.

Despite occasionally touching on the idea that everyone is shitty sometimes, they still hand out free passes to their main protagonists. You spend most of the show waiting for the main kid’s tape to come up because you want to find out what he did wrong, and then it turned out the only thing he did wrong is LITERALLY NOTHING. “You don’t deserve to be on these tapes lol!” OKAY??

Not to mention their entirely flawless MORAL CENTER AND SPIRITUAL GUIDE for the whole thing was just… an empty shell of virtuousness. He’s fucking 17, but acts like a goddamn 90-year-old Buddhist. Sorry dawg, but no teenager has their shit THAT together.

Despite being the coolest person in the show, who had one of the hardest choices to make, we learn essentially nothing about him as a person, other than he… has a car. And knows how to fix cars. And is gay. Like…?

3. Apparently depression is entirely environmental?

It seems a series of horrific things have to happen to you for you to become suicidal! Her depression was created entirely by her garbage peers! LET’S IGNORE THE LIKELY GENETIC AND CHEMICAL COMPONENTS INVOLVED IN MOOD DISORDERS, AND INSTEAD FURTHER CONVINCE DEPRESSED TEENS THAT THEIR FEELINGS AREN’T REAL UNLESS THEY HAVE EXTERNAL REASONS FOR THEM.

Now, art is art, and I want to make this clear: I don’t believe any piece of art has an obligation to represent the most current science on any topic, political or otherwise.

It honestly wouldn’t bother me that they presented depression inaccurately, if it felt like a genuine story that someone wanted to tell. But instead…


4. It was a 13-hour PSA against bullying.

If you’re going to try to sell me an idea, at least sell it accurately. Don’t imply the only reason anyone feels sad is due to being aggressively shit on, and then tie it up in a neat little bow that says “don’t shit on people.”

In the last episode, the kid actually pointedly says, “We need to get better, we all just need to be nicer to each other!” OR SOME SHIT. I’m paraphrasing, but it was equally fucking trite.

Wow, we need to be nicer to each other? Cooooool, cool cool cool.

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5. Thanks for forcing a real issue down my throat, and then providing a solution that doesn’t actually fucking solve anything.

Okay, so they just used a caricature of a depressed teen as a conduit to sell me on anti-bullying. Fine.

WHY are kids mean to each other in the first place, dude? You can’t just expect this shit to go away by TELLING PEOPLE NOT TO DO IT ANYMORE.

How bout we talk about toxic masculinity? How bout we mention the bullshit the media feeds teenagers to make them feel constantly inferior, causing them to humiliate each other just to rebuild some of their crippled self-esteem? how bout we address one of LITERALLY DOZENS OF SOCIETAL AND CULTURAL FACTORS THAT INFLUENCE THE WAY TEENAGERS TREAT EACH OTHER?

But instead, they were just like, “Look, when you’re not nice, someone might craft an elaborate plan to make you feel really guilty about her suicide!” THAT IS THE LESSON. THEY PRESENT ALMOST NOTHING DEEPER THAN THAT.

6. Y’all had the chance to get into some complex, murky waters, and you squandered it.

They occasionally touched on the inaccuracy of our perceptions. How Hannah’s “truth” was not everyone’s “truth.” That memories can be distorted and falsified by our own feelings.

But at the end of the day, the only things she misremembered are two fairly fucking minor details. Everything else was apparently totally true?

We’re dealing with a teenager, here. Teenagers suck at everything–particularly accurately perceiving (and recounting) experiences.

I have no fucking idea what actually happened to me when I was 15, because my versions of it involves a hellish landscape of Everyone is Evil Except Me. Add a mood disorder to the already chaotic experience of being a teenager, and what you should get is an incredibly unreliable narrator.

Mental health issues can definitely exacerbate bullying, and bullying can exacerbate mental health issues. Watching those factors interact would have been way more interesting than just… watching teens be mean to each other because “lol high school.”

Once, a character says to Hannah, “Some of the things that happen to you, you bring on yourself.” Now THAT could have been an interesting path to follow. They could have touched on how depression can sometimes cause you to drive people away, and then blame them for leaving. That could have resonated with me. That could have been valuable to teenagers who are dealing with this shit. More valuable than a fucking glorified D.A.R.E.-style anti-bullying pamphlet that takes 13 hours to read.

But instead, they continued to paint her as the eternal victim, save for a couple minor infractions. Everything is still everyone else’s fault and Hannah is only sad because all other teenagers are ball-holes.

7. You suck at teens.

They all spoke and acted, largely, like adults. Like. VERY ADULT adults, even. No one acts like this. NO ONE ACTS LIKE THIS.

Also, it opens with some super forced “lol millennials” shit. Kids taking pics next to the dead girl’s locker and debating what hashtag they should use.

Like. WE GET IT. TEENAGERS HAVE CELL PHONES NOW. AND THEY USE SOCIAL MEDIA AND HASHTAGS AND STUFF LOL!!!!! Have you even… BEEN to a high school? Or are you basing your understanding of millennials exclusively on CBS’s portrayals of them?

8. Hannah did some fucked up shit.

Not only did she guilt the fuck out of everyone for her own decision, but she tortured the fuck out of the only person who was nice to her for no goddamn reason.

She didn’t JUST put Clay on the tapes and then go “lol jk, we cool brah, we cool.”  No, she went the extra mile and put him second to fucking last.  She let him spend hours, days, WEEKS obsessing over what he might have done to contribute to the death of someone he deeply cared about–all so she could maintain some dramatic fucking suspense.

Her tape to Clay is an apology for her confusing and hurtful behavior during their relationship, and yet her intentional, very thought-out presentation of this apology was just MORE CONFUSING AND HURTFUL BEHAVIOR.

If that doesn’t speak to some degree of mental illness, I don’t know what does. And yet still, NOPE. HANNAH’S BEHAVIOR WAS NEARLY PERFECT AND EVERYONE DID THIS TO HER FOR NO REASON.

Anyway, there’s probably more but I’m bored and have a lot of work to do. BYE FOREVER.


Sex Club Shenanigans: Pt. 2

So I went to a sex club.  And I cried a lot.

We left.  I cried some more.  We talked about it.  We tracked down some cheese curds, and because cheese is my life, my mood did a complete 180.  Then we decided to go back in a couple weeks.

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I Went to a Sex Club and Only Cried Once, Pt 1

Posting this publicly is making me shit 100% of the bricks in the entire world.

The title is not a lie, so if you don’t want to read about me going to a sex club, TURN BACK NOW.   That said, this is about as tame as it gets.  Like, if you’re picturing some 50 Shades shit, calm yo ass.  It’s mostly just me describing articles of clothing and referring to sex as “banging.”

Aight.  You’re still here?  And thus, presumably, not related to me?   Good.

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my eternal self-loathing has jumped the shark

My jaw is sore as FRIG, and I legit think it’s from eating too many sunflower seeds.

It’s really only to satisfy my oral fixation–and the intense love of salt that will one day lead to my death–so when I sunflower, I do it up big.  Pop 10-15 of those fuckers in one cheek, crack them in the center of my mouth, move the cracked seeds to the other cheek, spit the shell, continue until all seeds are shelled, eat them all at once.

Thing is, this takes a lot of tongue coordination and muscle use.  But it’s addictive as fuck for me, because it satisfies that weird urge to be “accomplishing something” without having to do anything hard.

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Accidentally wrote this like a private blog. Private blog? More like FRY… VET… SMOG…?!?!?


I’m not batting a thousand today, but I keep thinking I should write, so.  HAVE SOME WORDS.  OKAY.  WE GOOD?  WE DONE HERE?

I don’t even know what “batting a thousand” means.  Like, I know it’s baseball.  I know what batting is.  Obviously you can’t literally bat one thousand times in a game, so it has to be some sort of… points… system.

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