Dear Chi,
An apology must be handed your way for not giving your new show Pushing Daisies the due that it deserved when it first came out, and for thinking that you may have taken a bit part in a badly written Desperate Housewives meets Six Feet Under meets Beetle Juice meets Mary Poppins.
You’re definitely an integral part of the story, and as good as Pushing Daisies is of and by itself - without you it would just be another show with a lot of white people running around trying to find their place in the world - which is 4.5 billion, 965 million, 450 thousand, 2 hundred, and 3 minutes old…
