Pretty Little Liars Is The New Guilty-Free Pleasure

You know when you decide to start liking something as a joke, but then you end up actually really enjoying it? Like when Osama Bin Laden was killed, and you blasted "Party In The USA" like you fucking meant it? That's how I feel about Pretty Little Liars, my favorite show on television that I originally watched because it looked amusing.

Much like Allison, I was dead wrong. This show is awesome. And not in the Britney Spears' Crossroads awesome kind of way, but in a truly wow, this show has some good writing and acting and plot development kind of way.

Until about a week ago, I was convinced - convinced I tell you! - that Spencer's sister Melissa was the mysterious and stalkery "A". Ian was too obvious from the start, not to mention that it was highly doubtful a show would blow their load so soon into the second season.

(Incidentally, every time I watch Pretty Little Liars and I see a commercial for that Cyberbu//y movie with Lily van der Woodsen, I get a little ridiculously excited, like when I catch a re-run of Saved By The Bell: The College Years because I know that nothing, nothing, can get worse than this)

But in last week's episode, Melissa is finding Ian's body just as "A" is planting his cell phone in Spencer's bag. So...fine. I was wrong. And after watching last night's episode, I am back to square one as much as Spencer, Aria, Hanna and Emily.

Who the hell is "A"?!?

Is it Allison's creepy and extremely muscular brother, Jason? Is it adorable and lovable Lucas? What about our seriously strange blind girl/crooked cop duo Jenna and Garrett?  I have to admit it it, bitches: I have no idea. But it's got me hooked.