Bones

I’ve been on a well-deserved rest this past month, which naturally led to catching up on some popular TV shows. Being a newly minted David Boreanaz fan after seeing him thrive on SEAL Team, I decided to give Bones a try. Spoiler alert: the show bugged the crap out of me.

Let’s start with the scientific jargon. Every episode is stuffed with enough technical talk to power a NASA launch. And when they’re stuck, they revisit the evidence, and—bam!—the clue magically appears, lols. Real scientists must be rolling their eyes so hard they see their own brains. I get it—it’s TV. Things must be dramatised and simplified so viewers like us aren’t constantly asking, "What does that mean?" like Booth in every episode. But come on, Bones, dial down the science-speak-to-eureka-moment pipeline.

Speaking of Bones herself... wow. She’s the most rigid, jealousy-prone, emotionally clueless person ever written. She insists on being brutally honest but pouts when someone returns the favour. She offends everyone within a five-mile radius. I try to be honest, but I also try not to stomp on people’s feelings like they’re grapes in a wine press. And her dialogue delivery? It’s like listening to someone recite memorized textbook definitions. No offence, but I half-expected her to end sentences with "...as seen in Chapter 3."

Oh, and here’s a fun drinking game: rewatch Bones and take a sip every time a scene ends with characters exchanging Meaningful Looks before the cut. You’ll be tipsy by episode two.

Don’t get me wrong—I still liked David in the show. And seeing the legendary Betty White guest star was a delight (she’s forever one of my favourites). But the endless lab scenes with techno-babble? Skip, skip, skip.

So, that’s my Bones experience. It's a weird mix of affection for the cast and irritation at... pretty much everything else. Should I keep watching or save my sanity? You tell me!