by Emma Bradford
WHILST it seems to be pretty much mandatory for women to watch this programme about other women suffering, I’d rather smash the patriarchy by enjoying myself.
Some of my friends say I ‘must watch it, given the current socio-political climate’, as if by not watching I’m basically saying I think Donald Trump and Harvey Weinstein are great guys who have just been a bit misunderstood.
When I approach a leisurely pastime, such as sitting down to watch a TV show, I want to enjoy it, rather than peeping out from behind a cushion hoping for a moment when something utterly hideous isn’t happening.
I wouldn’t do it for the Saw films, and I’m not about to start just because something has got Margaret Atwood’s name in the credits, even if she is really cool and looks how I imagine hipsters would like to look when they finally grow up.
Clearly terrible things happen to women all over the world, which is why I don’t want to watch it depicted on screen but with stylishly dystopian costumes and bafflingly lengthy shots of Elisabeth Moss looking scared.
Is there some way we could dismantle the patriarchy by watching Masterchef or Homes Under the Hammer instead?