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I suppose the way it works is, “I have an obnoxious, narcissistic personality. I also happen to have brown skin. When people dislike me or take exception to how I behave, as often happens, I will assume they do so, and announce that they do so, because of my brown skin. Which makes them the bad guy of the drama.”
Something along those lines.
See also, pretty much any episode of Cops or Live PD, or any of the bodycam channels on YouTube.
Including mine, I fear.
Are you feeling warmth towards this individual?
Not unfair.
Oh, and regarding that progressive empathy we spoke of recently, here’s yet another example. Note the direction of travel and those to whom said empathy is not extended.
I’ll take things that never happened for 500, Alex.
There is a limited amount of meat on the bone of any fictional premise, and many shows go for seasons beyond their capacity to entertain.
The unbothered daughter anecdote does have an air of… convenience. And setting aside the whiff of fabulism, the argument, such as it is, seems to be that because a first bra-fitting is often embarrassing anyway, we should see no problem of any kind with fourteen-year-old girls being approached in the bra department by a cross-dressing nonce.
It is, I think, fairly obvious what kind of cross-dressing man would search out such opportunities and what kind of motives would likely be in play. But apparently, “We must unpick this discomfort and name it as… prejudice.”
Hm. I find that unpersuasive.
Yup. The last two seasons – and the subsequent spin-off Bosch: Legacy, which was, I think, marginally better than seasons six and seven – didn’t reach zombie levels of bad, but they were much less engaging, and less well-written, than the seasons that preceded them. There was definitely a sense of fatigue, of we’ve-done-this-dance-before.
And again, Maddie is just not a load-bearing character. Despite appearing in most episodes, and all of the later ones, she pretty much has one decent and memorable scene, her courtroom speech. And that’s better written than it is delivered.
See also Absolutely Fabulous, which began as very funny indeed, but turned into slop with remarkable speed, then kept on dragging its zombie carcass back into the TV schedules. The thing would rise up and twitch, in TV ‘specials’ and an unloved feature film, despite the jokes having run out in season two, decades earlier.
Likewise, there were rumblings of a modern-day revival of Fawlty Towers, which is famed as being a comedy that knew when to stop – i.e., after just 12 episodes. Again, nothing about that prospect bodes well.
…many shows go for seasons beyond their capacity to entertain.
For instance.
“Ping!”