I don’t drink the coffee. But I love the coffee. And I love living vicariously through my favorite characters and heroines who consume the sweetly brewed beverage onscreen. I love it especially when, like Wynonna Earp, they consume it with such gusto, love and reverence. That’s how I feel–still–about my forbidden, former love. Thank you, Wynonna, for selling the hell out of your coffee addiction. I am feeling it and am living for every tremble-inducing moment of it.