Hallmark and Impeachment

Candace Cameron Bure is my new Meryl Streep. If she’s in it, I’m watching it.

That’s right. Feel free to mock me. Not since I was life coached by Tinker Bell on a reluctant trip to the Magic Kingdom have I had such a sappy comeuppance.

I have openly disparaged the Hallmark Channel Christmas movies and the people who watch them. I had occasionally tuned in when visiting my mother because somehow, with the addition of some popcorn in a retirement community setting, they held appeal.

But for the most part, blech. Tidy, formulaic stories? No thanks.

Now?

I’ve reverted back to my teens and early 20s when I would mix in Lavyrle Spencer and Danielle Steel with all the literature I was reading. I was the one prone to do my Shakespeare homework accompanied by MTV music videos (remember those?).

Some 40 years later, I put the blame for this reversion phase squarely on the shoulders of the corrupt presidency of Donald J. Trump. After an hour of impeachment news, movie pablum feels like truffled linguine on my palate.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen,” my mother said while watching a Hallmark movie recently.

I looked at her incredulously and said, “Duh. They’re going to run into each other at the Christmas festival and realize they were…