I started yet another article about television. Who would have thought the New Yorker would be expounding about TV?
Well, TV is much better now than it has been throughout the rest of the
New Yorker's history, but also, Emily Nussbaum is a much better writer than Nancy Franklin.
I went through and recycled my giant stacks of
New Yorkers, as always ripping out unread articles that look interesting. I keep a handful in my purse for when I have open time and don't want to be on my phone. Or can't be on my phone, as when I'm on a plane.
So this past week I took some planes and read an article from March about Reddit. It was really well done -- interesting and appalling in about equal measures. I've only been to Reddit a couple of times, but I did know that it's full of alt-right, pro-Trump, racist, sexist, nationalist trolls. It's also full of regular people, I guess, but overall the atmosphere is more savage and Wild West than, say, Facebook. I liked how the writer, twice, wrote about a troll's or forum's horrible posts, lists a couple of disgusting ones, and then says, "... and worse (yes, it gets worse)." Another good part is where the CEO jokes that his memoir should be titled "A Barrage of Dicks."
During the course of the article, the site decides to start banning forums that cross a line of acceptability. So the staffers have this list of candidates and are going through them one by one, and they realize that while DogSex is on the list, SexWithDogs is not. So there's this scene (recounted from my memory):
Staffer: We forgot to list SexWithDogs.
Supervisor: What's on it?
Staffer: I mean ...
Supervisor: Does it show people having sex with dogs?
Staffer: Oh yes, it does, very much so.
Supervisor: Ban it.
The ending is somewhat upbeat, and really really well done.
PS To connect the topics of TV and sex with dogs, I read a brief story yesterday (somewhere, not in TNY) about a scene from
Sex in the City that HBO decided crossed the line and never aired. So Sarah Jessica Parker's character has a boyfriend who keeps pushing her head down to give him blow jobs. She gets sick of it and storms out of the guy's apartment. Then she has second thoughts, decides she overreacted and goes back into his apartment. There's the guy lying naked on the floor, and his dog ... well, let's say the guy didn't need SJP.

(In shooting the scene, apparently, they used peanut butter.)