"If you knew about The Get Down and didn't tell me about it, I'm mad at you," I say to our roommate.
There's something that happens with a great piece of art where it gives you a boost, a swagger by association, the emotions buoying you up and putting some glitter and sparkle, some cool into even the most mundane actions, even if you know you're not really all that cool.
"You watched it again with us, though," I continue, "so we can still be friends."
"I just thought everybody knew about it!" she says, laughing.