Landman: My New Middle-Aged White Woman Obsession

After hearing several people, including my boss, talk about how awesome this show is....I finally had to give it shot. And I was hooked. Within minutes.

I think I didn't expect to like it because I wasn't really a fan of Yellowstone, another well-known Taylor Sheridan joint. But dare I say, this show has more heart? It's more relatable? The characters are move endearing? I mean.....honestly.....that's all mostly true. In Yellowstone, I really didn't think I had anyone to root for. Well, besides Kayce of course.

It was also all the hub-bub of Sam Elliott's speech about aging and the breakdown of the body. I kept hearing about it again and again so I had to look that up first. After that short snippet, like any good first-time user I needed a bigger hit. So I downloaded the entire first season.

I did not realize this show has very nearly every goddamm thing I love about life: strong family ties, gorgeous and clever women, brilliant and hardworking men, respect for the blue collars and roughnecks of our world and a 1000 mile to 1 centimeter viewpoint forged from hard-earned wisdom and experience that seems to be truly lacking in our America today.

Tommy's daughter (and then later ex-wife Angela) tearfully nestling into his arms after a breakup absolutely choked me up and reminded me of both my own father and the big male loves of my life. Angela's bitterness and womanly wiles reminded me a bit of myself and other women I knew with tough outer skins and broken inside pieces. And the laborers, well, they reminded me of the amazing men I have met over the last 17 or so years (plus a lifetime of being raised by a blue collar man) that literally build our world with their own two hands.

I'm still just getting my toe into this series, but I expect the full dip to be completed by this weekend's end. But so far my favorite exchange is this one between a cocky steroid-injected cop and a pissed-off Tommy after a site explosion:

Cop: This one's got a mouth on him.

Tommy: Funny, that's your wife's favorite part of me. (Pause) That and my dick.

So yeah. 'Nuff said. I'm hanging in for this one.

Oh. And did I mention Jon Hamm and Billy Bob Thornton? West Texas drawls and cowboy hats? Tough women servers who call everyone hon? Men calling women hon or even better, darling? Y'all hold my beer and leave me alone for a while, mmmmkay?

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