Let me start with a confession: I didn’t expect to fall in love with a show that opens nearly every episode with a decomposed corpse. But Bones — oh, Bones — is not your average procedural. It’s crime-solving wrapped in anthropology, sprinkled with conspiracy theories, topped with slow-burning romances that will make you scream “JUST KISS ALREADY!”.
My vote is my privilege, my duty, my right. I need not be a man, or wealthy, or white. I just need to think and show up in November. It was not always this way. I vote. I remember.