Not sure how many of you are watching HBO’s polygamist free-for-all, Big Love, but for those of you not in the know, or who maybe caught an episode here and there because your aunt forced you into it after a family Sunday dinner because she insisted you had to see “the show with the guy from Twister.” Either way, it’s fast becoming the most insane quality show on television… and by insane, I mean literally insane, as in, a lunatic wouldn’t even be able to make sense of the shit that goes down. If even a fraction of what happens on Big Love accurately depicts life as a secret polygamist in suburban Utah, it’s enough to scare you into never leaving your house again. Last week, dude had to go to Mexico to save his son and parents from a rogue polygamist death squad, all the while running for state Senate and trying to keep his concubine and illegitimate child in the country. It sounds like I just made that up, I know, but it’s FOR REAL! Oh, I almost forgot, he’s got 3 wives, all in different developmental stages of crazy, that he has to keep happy. If his dick doesn’t fall off, you might think he’s going to slip into a drama-induced coma. I know what you’re thinking: “hey, this all just sounds like a really shitty run of The Young and the Restless” or some other trashy afternoon soap. It’s not. The show has a heart that is rarely seen on TV. The best television is that which has the ability to make the audience appeal to, or align themselves with otherwise marginalized people or groups. Big Love has achieved this, and more, and has only scratched the surface of what pockets of American life are out there, undocumented, waiting to be given a voice.