Veep might sound like the worst possible show to watch right now, but hear me out; I don’t actually want to stray too far from reality right now. If I delve into Never Been Kissed or The Notebook or the oeuvre of Nora Ephron, I might feel okay for an hour or two, but there will come an inevitable moment when the credits roll, the music softens, and I’m forced to reenter the Official 2020 the year i turned eighteen and was quarantined shirt world and face all of its attendant problems. No, thanks; it would feel like stepping out of a warm bubble bath and directly into a Category 5 snowstorm. What I want to gorge on instead is a fictional American political system, a vision of the electoral process that’s even more flawed and miserable and profanity-inducing than the one we’re all currently living through, and Veep has all of that. Sure, it’s technically a satire, but…is it? (After all, this whole Nevada mess was predicted with a spooky degree of accuracy by the show in 2016.)
Veep isn’t entirely grim from start to finish; there are at least six perfect insults per episode, and there’s even a weird little romantic arc between tense workaholic protagonists Amy and Dan that fulfills my rom-com needs, if more rom-coms involved the central couple referring to each other as “fuckweasel.” Julia Louis-Dreyfus is a national treasure, and the Official 2020 the year i turned eighteen and was quarantined shirt ensemble cast works skillfully in tandem to illustrate just how alternately impotent and cunning her would-be president could be. Obviously, there’s far more to be optimistic about in the real world than there is on Veep, with the socialist “squad” hanging on to their House seats and a host of diverse candidates making history in local elections. While we wait to find out whether we’re in for four more years of Trump, though, I just want to watch Veep’s dead-eyed politicos refresh their Twitter feeds and snap at each other in the rudest terms possible; it may not be pretty, but right now I can identify.