tv review

The diffident teenage son of a sex therapist establishes a clandestine advisory practice at school, dispensing wisdom inherited rather than earned. Warm, filthy, and unexpectedly sage about shame, bodies and consent. Maeve Wiley deserved the world, and I will not be argued down from this position.
Most of what we conceal in shame is being concealed, in identical shame, by nearly everyone around us. Speaking it aloud is the moment the shame begins to relinquish its dominion.
this is one entry from a wandering list of films, books, shows and albums, kept by someone trying to live a slightly more deliberate life.
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