Google “Better Things review” and you’ll see heaps and heaps of glowing reviews.
But Better Things is none of those things. In fact, it’s nothing at all.
The series focuses on Sam and her three daughters living in L.A., all of which are some of the most unlikeable characters on TV. Sam is, for the most part, a terrible mother. She spoils her children to avoid actually parenting them and then gets mad when they act like spoiled brats. Her two older children are complete assholes (sorry but there’s truly not a better word to describe them), whom Sam has little to no patience for. Every once in a while, the family comes together for a moment of love, but those moments are far and few between.
On top of all of that, the show has absolutely nothing new to offer to the television landscape. In the renaissance of television, Better Things merely exists, contributing nothing.
And yet, critics revel in its nothingness. They proclaim that the show’s mundanity is what makes it brilliant. They try desperately to find meaning where there is none, bending over backward to kiss Pamela Adlon’s ass.
Of course, it’s out of pure white privilege that a show of its kind could even exist, let alone thrive. We have countless shows about white people doing nothing (Seinfeld, It’s Always Sunny, Curb Your Enthusiasm) and yet black and Latinx shows have to fight tooth and nail just to make it on the air.
But Better Things does nothing, contributes nothing to pop culture and yet has earned a permanent place in critics’ hearts.
Better Things deserves none of your compliments and certainly doesn’t deserve a place on your watch list.
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Lena Finkel is the Editor and Founder of Femestella. Prior to starting Femestella, she worked at People, InStyle, and Tiger Beat. Her favorite Housewife is Bethenny Frankel and when she’s not watching RHONY, you can probably find her obsessing over her tuxedo cat Tom or hoarding drugstore lipsticks.