You know, I had high hopes for this TV season. Joss Whedon and JJ Abrams were launching new shows. Geeks were held in high regard with Chuck and The Big Bang Theory. Even Grey’s Anatomy got its mojo back. 

My friends will tell you, I spend September and October searching for my must-watch shows. For something fresh and exciting and, OMG, even funny. They tolerate my hibernation period (I think) because they’re happy to have me wade through the silt to find the gems. After all, I’m always happy to share my plunder.

When I find a show I adore, I’m a one-woman advertising campaign. I can’t count how many people I’ve told about Life and Dexter. If they hadn’t heard of the show or were too scared to try, I had to convince them otherwise.  And I had just found my latest addiction: The Ex List. 

The Ex List had everything. Fresh setting, great premise, irreverent humour, sexy stars, incredible timing. It was the best show I had watched in ages. And I was damn well telling the world.

So, of course, CBS cancelled it.

Never mind that the show was barely advertised. Never mind that they dumped it in the black hole of television – Friday night. Never mind that in a sane universe, The Ex List would kick the Ghost Whisperer’s ass.

There are so few comedies on TV that push the boundaries of the safe, typical sit-com formula. If we’re pushing the threshold of the person we’ll elect for the highest office in the U.S., surely the networks can back an original show. I mean, really, people. Grow a pair.