Because I'm, you know, slow to adopt, a lot of what I'm still doing on streaming is catching up with what excited my friends two or three years ago. THat's okay, I've had stuff to do, and if my attendants weren't generous, I'm not sure I'd have ever seen some of these things anyway. Last night, I finish a movie and finally find one of the more buzzworthy and award-winning offeringsthat recently ceased production and cried about it on all the magazine shows and yada, yada. So, like, I missed pretending that I and my friends in different states are hanging out on Saturday night with Mrs. Maisel in real time or whatever--that whole "Under the same big sky" Fievel thing, which binging makes moot anyway, I suppose, but, whatever, at least maybe I get to see all that I missed. Right?Ep one, scene one, potentially such a thrill. Except one of the hugest companies in the fucking universe only has space or time or...whatever for Seasons 3 through 5. And it's fucking *theirs*I'm a big grown-up lady and a storyteller myself. Like, I'll figure it out, right? Maybe even imagine something as good or better to fill in the gap. (Or they put it back one day...who knows?) But even without writing for them, I think it's disrespectful that these places treat "content" like leftovers that get pushed to the back of the fridge. My TV dream wasn't gonna come true anyway I suppose, but here's another place where, even if it had gotten closer, it still wouldn't have, anyway.(So, aren't I lucky? Nope,still can't make that one fly--worth a shot, though.)