#GuiltyPleasureConfessional: Into Each Generation, A Grimm Is Born

*** Mostly spoiler-free*** As one of the many people who was lost–nay, bereft–after Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended its seven-year run, I spent some time looking for a new show to capture my attention. I’d lost interest in Angel after the second season because it was so dark, and now it just made me even sadder that Buffy was over. I consoled myself with Veronica Mars–while the monsters in that show were all just rich, white assholes in a southern California town, the spunky blonde teenager and mystery-of-the-week format was a pleasure. It wasn’t until late 2014 when my boo finally hipped me to Grimm. I knew of the show but had never watched it. One Friday night, I caught an episode and was hooked. Was Grimm as good as Buffy? No. But like methadone for a heroin addict, it scratched the itch. I’d just given birth to our son and had a couple of months of maternity leave stretching before me, so I mainlined the previous seasons on Amazon Prime. No cute blonde high school student beating the shit out of monsters each week on Grimm–no, our protagonist, Nick Burkhardt, is a homicide detective in Portland, Oregon. But he’s also a Grimm: much like Buffy Summers, Nick discovers he is descended from a long tradition of people with the ability to see–and fight–Wesen, supernatural creatures and demons living hidden among us. These range from werewolves to windigos to weird blob-fish looking dudes, and in the same way that Sunnydale was overrun with vampires, Portland is apparently c…