Heated Rivalry

“"Women are so mysterious, why on Earth do they love this show about gay hockey players?" you ask. Newsflash: Women (specifically me) love hot dudes, nice butts, smut, consensual sex, sports, longing, yearning, requited love, vulnerablity, that TaTu song, that Wolf Parade song, that Feist song "My Moon My Man" montage, that gorgeous cottage, Kip's bullshit smoothies, Kip's art school abs, all of Scott Hunter hubba hubba, Yuna Hollander's Tiger Mom hockey capitalism, declarations of love in Russian, and the most understanding female friends on the planet. It's a great time and I can't wait for next season. I did not like the dinky wannabe Stanley Cup. Minor detail.”

“You haven’t seen it? I’ll probably be thinking about it for the rest of my life.”

“This year I hope we are all coming to the cottage & if you don't know what that means then allow me to introduce you to the collective psychosis & remarkable work of art known as Heated Rivalry”

“You know what it is.”

“I like what I like!😳🥵 (Pining, lgbtqia+ romance, hope)”

“Okay... I know that for some reason, horny White straight ladies have become obsessed with this show and some folks are not at all pleased by this. Try not to think about that. Don't let White ladies block your blessing. Heated Rivalry really is a beautiful story. No it's not the "Succession" or prestige TV level of storyline. It's Heartstopper but all grown up. It's necessary because in the past Hollywood has often faded to black or stigmatized gay sex. And to alllllllll you White ladies out there loving on this show... show your love by reading real life stories of queer love and loss and hope and joy. Don't just dip in and catch a feel. Be better than that.”

“I've rewatched more than I care to admit.”

“Its greatness defies description”

“This image makes me laugh because what if my son thought this was a show about hockey and started watching it?! 😳😅 Also, my friends make fun of me for how much I loved this show. If I could sum it up in a couple sentences I’d say: Two hot hockey players spend years insisting they hate each other with the kind of intense yearning that makes us all think, “sure, buddy”. It’s spicy but it’s also SO heartwarming you gUySss!”