Like you, I’ve spent hundreds of hours of my life watching “quality” TV featuring richly drawn, riveting male heroes—and the pretty, vacuous female “characters” who do nothing but react to them. That’s why the turnabout in BBC America’s Orphan Black, which returns for its second season Saturday night, is so fantastic. The sci-fi–tinged series calculatedly disdains filling out its male characters, and it’s perversely thrilling to watch as a woman. Finally, men are the sexy, empty listeners!
why aren’t you watching this yet??
i hate the neologism “partner” for “person i’m dating”. i have no intention of being a cowboy and nobody will ever be a cowboy to me.
speak for yourself, slim. some of us cowpoke are lookin’ for the right partner to call our own… [twangs acoustic guitar softly as i stare towards the twinkling night sky] don’t see many of them stars where you’re from, eh, city boy? nah. didn’t think so.