Warrior Nun Lives
Every now and then, life will surprise you sometimes, and in a good way. Doesn’t usually happen. Happened tonight. My cynical self assumed we had entered a new era of television, the kind where “cult followings” don’t matter anymore. The kind where if a TV show doesn’t become a rare instant overnight success, it’s cancelled hours later. The kind where executives live in hermetically sealed dwellings surrounded by 50-foot-high castle walls protected by alligator-infested moats, and frequently make inscrutable, unexplainable decisions that make sense only to them. The kind of world where you can yell all you want, and keep it up for months, but they just won’t care or listen anymore, unless the algorithm god they worship grants it so. Twitter has had periodic “#SAVEWARRIORNUN” fan storms every five days for months now, ever since the series was abruptly assassinated by Netflix last December. The viewership numbers were healthy, but stuff like that doesn’t seem to matter anymore in there. Netflix cancels a lot of things for no apparent
