Happy holidays, Meteor readers,

We hope you’re getting ready to wind down and spend time with your family or—if you’re super-lucky—with yourself. I didn’t realize until I had a child that the greatest gift is personal space, so I wish that for all of you this season.

And if you’re looking for something engrossing for your me time, and need a break from the news-cycle nightmare that has been 2024, we have suggestions. Here, Meteor staffers and contributors share the pieces of media that have been their comfort touchstone throughout this year. The rules? Nothing too serious, and definitely no politics.

We hope our binges and obsessions get you through the week!

Wrapped in a blanket,

Shannon Melero

A wacky network dramedy: Dr. Odyssey

(VIA ABC)

As the year progressed I required an increasingly smoother brain, and so it was a relief when Dr. Odyssey debuted in September on ABC. Essentially Grey’s Anatomy meets The Love Boat, it was as risqué and madcap as an hourlong dramedy could achieve on a network, following a hot new cruise ship doctor (Joshua Jackson) trying to integrate with the existing medical team (Phillipa Soo, Sean Teale) and a stately captain (Don Johnson) who is always trying to fend off a rotating cast of suitors, from Shania Twain to Gina Gershon. Each voyage (and episode) is defined by a particular cruise theme—which opens the door for a slew of great Love Boat-esque guest stars, like Kate Berlant and Margaret Cho as dueling wellness influencers, and Bob the Drag Queen as entertainment for the Gay Week cruise (with John Stamos and Cheyenne Jackson as lovers who have opened up to a third).

Dr. Odyssey sneaks in social commentary on topics like climate change, queer rights, and feminist agency amid tense operating room drama and steamy romance plotlines—there is more than one throuple brewing here—but it neither preaches nor condescends, and is the rare show on network television that doesn’t glorify cops, ops, or killing. Soothing like a warm bath.

—Julianne Escobedo Shepherd, contributing editor

An offbeat, absorbing romance novel: Seven Days in June

2024 was the year I got into romance novels, and my absolute favorite was Tia Williams’ Seven Days in June. The book follows Eva Mercy, whose erotica series has throngs of fans but no highbrow cache, and Shane Hall, an elusive author whose literary novels have gotten worldwide acclaim. After an explosive fling in high school, they reunite 15 years later, and—no surprise—the chemistry still sizzles. This is not one of the sunnier novels I read (it deals with some very, very dark teen angst and a Black woman’s generational trauma). But the sexual tension it offers, the level of investment I felt, its triumphant, multi-layered happy ending — all unparalleled. And beyond the steamy love story, I just adored Eva’s artist journey; I couldn’t wait for her to embark on the book she was destined to write. You’ll start Seven Days in June and not look up until you’re done. A great one to read in one-to-three sittings during the dead week of December.

—Nona Willis Aronowitz, contributing editor

The wonderful world of “cozy content”

This year I learned about a special section of the internet devoted only to coziness. Think small farms and baby cows, rainy walks through Edinburgh, and knitwear. Lots of knitwear. As a knitter myself, I first fell into this rabbit hole looking for inspiration and now after months in the cozyverse I’ve sent about 3457934 DMs to my bestie Jenan (yes the Jenan) about the farm we’re starting with our children that will include donkeys, runner ducks, and alpacas for me only. Oh! And a shed for Bailey who sent in a formal request to live on the farm and teach the animals drag.

—Shannon Melero, newsletter editor

A messy (and historic) season of reality TV: Are You the One?

God, I love bisexuals. If you haven’t seen season eight of MTV’s Are You the One?, let me break it down for you: 16 absurdly attractive singles get put in a house together, and they’re told that “relationship experts” (see: producers) have found their perfect match. If they can correctly identify the eight romantic pairings, they win a million dollars.

And what makes season eight so special, you ask? For the first time in American reality television, everyone on cast is bi, pan, or otherwise sexually fluid.

This season has all of my favorite things: Fighting. Fivesomes. Glitter. A Gemini who never shuts up. Not one, but two trans cast members! Genuinely, this season is one of my favorite pieces of trans representation across any media. Too often, I feel like when something contains trans characters, the people who wrote it ally a bit too close to the sun and depict us as these infallible deities. Season eight of Are You the One? shows that trans people can be insecure, cocky, manipulative, hammered, sexually desirable, emotionally unavailable—you know, human. Everyone on this show is so incredibly human and so incredibly queer. I cannot recommend it enough.

—Bailey Wayne Hundl, copy editor

A quiet tearjerker from the heartland: Somebody Somewhere

I’ve spent the last few weeks bingeing Somebody Somewhere, an HBO series that tells the story of Sam—the magnetic, multitalented Bridget Everett—returning to her hometown in Kansas to care for her dying sister. The series starts a year after her sister has died, as Sam is struggling to rebuild her life.

Somebody Somewhere is heartwarming and darkly funny, but also diverse in its view of the hopes and dreams of people outside of major cities. The location gives humanity to everyone from the church-going gay couple to the girlboss sister to the trans agriculture professor helping Sam’s dad figure out what to do with his land—a subtle reminder that exit polls and voting behavior don’t fully express the diversity of our experiences or connections. The show is feelgood, but you will likely cry during every episode.

—Samhita Mukhopadhyay, collective member

A blockbuster with heart (and Denzel): Flight

There is no reason whatsoever for this movie to bring me comfort, especially as someone who hates flying, but every time I rewatch the 2012 movie Flight, I feel better. Or maybe it’s just that it makes me feel at all. At first glance, Flight is a fairly formulaic Hollywood movie with a heroic redemption arc. What I see in it, though, is a trust-fall into near-Shakespearean depths of emotion that is less about redemption than humanity.

Flight is about a cocky commercial airline pilot—Denzel Washington in an arresting performance that is somehow both sexy and pathetic—who pulls off a truly miraculous crash-landing in a plane that is hurtling toward the ground after a mechanical malfunction. Denzel is a great actor, full stop. As Captain Whip Whittaker, he is transcendent. The way he moves in and out of such a vast range of emotions, so that we can see the obvious ones (a satisfied swagger) and sense the not-so-obvious ones (the glassy-eyed grief over losing someone he didn’t love, but he knows was loved by others), is truly sublime. I watched it again last week, and was reminded of one quietly prophetic detail in Denzel’s performance: Early on in the film, Whip and his co-pilot are in the cockpit meeting for the first time, ahead of their fateful flight. “Ten turns in the three days. Off tomorrow,” Whip says, lingering on the end of “tomorrow,” with an understated smile.

—Rebecca Carroll, editor-at-large 

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