Is anyone else still reeling with feels after binging season three of Stranger Things, which is pretty much what we did for the Fourth of July this year? Holy. Cow. I can't even. First of all, the series was more Totally Eighties! than ever, which I loved. I loved Max and Eleven becoming friends, the gruesome gore of the season, Hopper trying to deal with parenthood and his and Joyce's relationship. There are some things I didn't love, of course, but I felt like it was a really good season.