![]() Before a new semester of school had started, I had watched the first season at least three times. Then I recommended it to my cousins, tías and tíos. Then I told my parents and sister that we should all watch it together. I voraciously took in all the episodes from the first season within a couple days of their release. “Finally,” I remember thinking, “a show about everyday Latinos in L.A.” I was hooked from the premise alone, but to see the critics I read sing the show’s praises was a special kind of pride. Norman Lear, a name I was familiar with because he was often referenced by critics I admired, was getting back into the TV business with a new spin on his classic sitcom “One Day at a Time.” It would now center on a multigenerational Cuban family living in Echo Park. But this one was different, at least according to the writers I followed. In the age of peak TV, it was, of course, a reboot. In the winter of 2017, a new show landed on my radar. I wasn’t just watching TV, I was talking to other fans online, familiarizing myself with publications and reading critics from every corner of the internet. Did I find a list of the top 10 podcasts about movies? Already queued up on my app. Did someone I follow on Twitter recommend a show? Downloaded five episodes to listen to. When I started college, commuting from Downey to Cal State Long Beach, my days were bookended by not only freeway congestion but podcasts. (We would watch it together after school the next day.) As I grew, so did my engagement with media. Watching films and television shows has always been a part of my life - some of my fondest memories are of going to the theater to see “Fast Five” with my cousin and making my mom record “Lost” on VHS because it aired after my bedtime. In fact, I went from a 10-year-old movie nerd to later, a 20-something TV obsessive. I wasn’t always a 29-year-old pop culture hound.
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