Today, I found out that I’m at risk for high blood pressure. It runs in my family, and lo and behold, it’s in your 30’s and 40’s when that kind of hereditary health shit really starts making an appearance. Or, as my doctor told me this afternoon: “that’s when you start turning into your mother.”


Anyway, it so happens that at this moment in time, my fiancé is all into “Dexter” — that Showtime series about the guy who looks perfectly normal but is actually a serial killer — and those two things combined have made me think about little changes I can implement to reduce stress in my life. Like, limiting the amount of suspenseful music, strangling, stabbing, and bludgeoning that makes its way into my living room.

Along those lines, here are some genres of entertainment from which I will abstain in the near future: