I consumed my fair share of “highbrow” media over Quarantine Summer: I finally watched “Fleabag.” I got deeply into the twisted capitalist world of HBO’s “Succession.” I read a lot of modern literary fiction and finally took advantage of that Smith College New York Times subscription.
But my one true quarantine love, the one piece of media that made good on the promise of important art and transported me out of these Unprecedented Times, was "Riverdale," the CW’s violent, glossy, completely off-the-wall adaptation of the Archie Comics.
