Since I was all dented, I spent Saturday night binge watching the final season of Orphan Black off my laptop. Supernatural might not have had the same allure for me anymore now that my day job was destroying the things that went bump in the night, but clones and my Tatiana Maslany crush held up just fine.

By the last episode, I was a teary mess, rolled up in my blankets like a burrito. Battered and bruised, my body ached and worse, my heart ached. I was a puddle of emotions by the ...