Nurse Jackie isn't top tier. I get it. Vulture has never recapped it and AV Club isn't covering this season. Sometimes it's hokey and a little on the nose. (I wanted to say chick lit-like but that's insulting. I only mean that it seems very much targeted at women and there's a lot of wish fulfillment plots.) And yet, I still watch it because I love a good female fuck-up. When you think there's redemption, there is not, just more depravity and downward spiraling in a way that's not unappealing. (I thought perhaps I was twisted in this stance, but Joyce Wadler--I love Joyce Wadler almost as much as I love Nurse Jackie--seemed to agree, much to the consternation of her fuddy-duddy commenters.) If anything, I just like how solidly middle-aged, Astoria-dwelling Jackie is now banging a hipster drug dealer in what appears to be North Brooklyn (and stole his girlfriend's Rag & Bone jacket) and engaging in oral sex in public bathrooms (receiving, not giving, which is an important distinction and rare--the last time I recall the act not being played for laughs [the best comedic scene in recent history belongs to Broad City] was in Top of the Lake, also in public restroom, naturally).
In case you were wondering about my opinion of heel heights on the recently ended half-season of Mad Men, they are perfect! The skirts are comically mini (how do you even bend over or sit down?) yet the shoes worn with them--and their sturdy, chunky heels, rarely more than two inches high--are the opposite, all practical cuteness.
Also, I've been remiss in documenting the vomit scenes in Silicon Valley--one which capped off the season finale with a dumpster moment--because turmoil-driven barfing is a recurring trait of the protagonist, and therefore neutralized.