Maru's Mun Journal

The neighborhood is hosting the 18th annual BurgerFest, where you can get burgers made of gator, ostrich, bison, boar, lamb and virtually anything else you want. Gingko is madly obsessed with it, not just for the free smells and opportunities to make chaos, but also for the adoring masses who all want to know what kind of dog she is and remark on how chill she is. That is a ruse; she is a criminal mastermind and is straining to just go apeshit and devour all the display burgers on counters and the plates of fries little kids are pulling behind them in wagons.

It is making both of us wildly overstimulated, though, and I've spent the whole day trying to grab enough time to write down some thoughts on a show I started last night. It's called Our Generation, and I was only going to watch it because the leads are both fantastic — they have fabulously intense, deliriously delightful chemistry both in real life and in their previous project, The Princess Royal. I love a costume drama, but I don't so much care about youth dramas, and I fully expected this one to be sort of sentimental and sloppy, to be honest.

That's my prejudice against the genre. It's — incredibly moving, beautiful and unsparing. ( Everyone just calls her Cherry. )

It's on Netflix, for those who don't have Viki. I've only seen three episodes, but it's made a huge, strong impression on me. Even if you don't like youth dramas or realistic shows, this one already seems many cuts above. It's also only 24 episodes, versus the usual 40, so it's not as heavy a lift. I will be watching it for a while, probably, and thinking (and hopefully writing) about it for a long time.