If you haven’t watched the second season of “House of Cards” already, then congratulations. You probably had a date or some other social obligation on Valentine’s Day. For the rest of us, this past weekend was filled with “House of Cards” and our alcoholic beverage of choice.
If it was’t clear after the first season, it became quite clear in season two that Frank Underwood is your spirit animal.
He narrates his own life. How many times have you either talked yourself through life experiences or seriously considered how appropriate it would be for Morgan Freemen–or Kevin Spacey–to narrate your life for you?
He has his stash hidden around his house. So many cigarettes, hidden everywhere. Let’s be honest. We’re all thankful for that one friend who smokes, because while you might not initially plan on it, you will want a puff while you’re out at the bar. That, or you’re grateful for the stash of Girl Scout cookies you’ve hidden in your freezer.
He hates working out. But, like many of us, he’s trying to do better this year.
He does and says what he wants. Frank says everything you’ve thought, said, or wanted to say about your boss and co-workers–with no remorse. It’s quite inspiring, except for the fact that you realize you’re Tyler Durden pre Brad Pitt in “Fight Club”, spinelessly sitting in your cubicle.
Frank relived his college days like a champion. In season one, Frank goes back to college and he does things right. He hangs with his boys, revisits his old stomping grounds, and displays a decent disregard for the rules. It’s like football season, because there’s nothing like visiting your alma mater for good tailgate.
Frank rights wrongs in a completely illogical and over the top fashion. Whatever. Winning is winning.
Most importantly, Frank likes ribs and sweet tea and you like ribs and sweet tea. Unless you’re vegetarian or something–in which case Frank is definitely not your spirit animal. You’re probably more of a Gillian Cole, which is cool, too, if you’re into that kind of thing.