Some weeks ago I posted here that I had had enough of Weeds and would not be watching any more episodes, In the event, I lied.
After I posted, I told my daughter that I was through with Weeds but she said, Oh, you have to keep watching it because I don't know anybody else who does and I need for you to watch so that I will have somebody to talk to about it. So I did.
I think I was right the first time. Although there were some laughs along the way, the show's creative people's streak of nihilism just kept getting longer and wider until they ran out of ideas for situations that were both antisocial and funny.
The murder of the DEA husband in the final episode was the last straw for me. The show simply lost sight of what it was and, in an attempt to keep topping itself with more and more outrageous situations, stopped being funny and was merely shocking.
I think the show started taking its Little Boxes anthem too seriously and bought into the song's premise that successful people are squares. Class envy has its limits and Weeds exceeded them, it seems to me. And I had thought that at this late date only jailbirds and other losers thought that way. Silly me.