The Dog Days

I watched "The Big C" last night (yes, I know - but there ain't no cure for the summertime blues). It's a new Showtime series about a woman who finds that her death sentence from an incurable disease is oddly liberating and unexpectedly rife with real-life fantasy moments - providing the show's dominant female demographic the opportunity to vicariously savor these fantasy-come-true moments with her. Surely chief among these in last night's episode is when her husband (whom she has not informed about her plight and whom she kicked out of the house as part of her liberation) begs her - absolutely begs her - to go to therapy with him to save their marriage (a request she, of course, in her fully-liberated state, blithely rejects). Dream on, ladies.