Was Selfie a triumph of television? On one hand, no. Its writing was trite, its portrayal of a generation was more or less archetypical, and its episodes left a lot to be desired.
But it’s probably the first time I’ve ever seen a relationship that looks like mine on television. I fussed so much about when I saw porn like that, and then to see that sort of representation on mainstream television meant a whole lot to me. To the point that I watched this fairly average show just to add my head to those demonstrating to sponsors that, hey, yeah, you can make an Asian man complex and sexy and give him a white woman as a love interest and we’ll watch it. Because representation is fucking important.
So, I’m disappointed to see it go. Especially since things were heating up last episode.
(Look at that grab, yo. That intense stare. That nervous swallow. Hell yeah.)