This is not the scene where Robin Wright mounts and aggressively rides Kevin Spacey while he sobs.

This is not the scene where Robin Wright mounts and aggressively rides Kevin Spacey while he sobs.

I have never watched House of Cards in earnest. My ex, however, did so obsessively—the extent of my viewership, therefore, entailed passively watching him watch it, like a teen girl observing her male counterpart playing video games. For hours he’d lie prostrate on the couch, shrouded in near-darkness, entranced by the saga unfolding before him. I did not understand his seemingly insatiable desire. “What don’t you like about it?” he asked. “Well,” I told him, “the main character speaks into camera.” Because Kevin Spacey, as President Frank Underwood, the protagonist of House of Cards, speaks into fucking camera. Sure, it’s a highly respected program that people have emphatically told me I simply must see, not unlike The Wire. But in The Wire, people don’t speak into fucking camera…