I'm currently reading a novel, "NYPD Red," by James Patterson. Of course, it is a police-based novel. The main character, a detective in an elite "special forces" type unit, is newly paired up with a former love interest, who is beautiful, intelligent, and, of course finished FIRST in her class at the Police Academy. His boss in this elite unit is also, of course, a woman, and she is surely going to be Police Commissioner one day, because she is the best, the brightest, and the most worthy person ever to wear a police uniform in New York.
On television, the best, the baddest, the meanest, the most formidable, the smartest, and the highest ranking character ON VIRTUALLY EVERY NEW SHOW is a woman. And if they are not the highest-ranking, then they work for a man-boob who is continually outwitted by the woman-subordinate. Women are shown shooting people - they are the best marks-women, of course - beating up men who are twice their size, climbing up and over the highest obstacles...it never stops.
This same phenomenon has overtaken movie scripts and novels as well as scripted television programming.
This has become so predictable and so obviously absurd that one wonders if the audience will at some point grow sick of it. It is so extreme that it would be impossible to parody.
I've reached the point where I just change the channel...unwilling to suspend my disbelief to the extent necessary to accept these absurdities.
On television, the best, the baddest, the meanest, the most formidable, the smartest, and the highest ranking character ON VIRTUALLY EVERY NEW SHOW is a woman. And if they are not the highest-ranking, then they work for a man-boob who is continually outwitted by the woman-subordinate. Women are shown shooting people - they are the best marks-women, of course - beating up men who are twice their size, climbing up and over the highest obstacles...it never stops.
This same phenomenon has overtaken movie scripts and novels as well as scripted television programming.
This has become so predictable and so obviously absurd that one wonders if the audience will at some point grow sick of it. It is so extreme that it would be impossible to parody.
I've reached the point where I just change the channel...unwilling to suspend my disbelief to the extent necessary to accept these absurdities.