I recently went on a holiday for a few days and, as part of that holiday, I caught up on a lot of television shows. Don’t judge me, we all relax in our own ways! I looked at nature too! It’s sort of part of my job! (and other defences).

I am someone who keeps up with new TV shows. I watch everything that is popping off – but I’m happy to admit that, as a didn’t-grow-up-with-women-kissing-each-other-on-TV lesbian, I will go out of my way to seek out ANY shows about queer people, especially if women are going to kiss each other.

On my holiday, these sides of me converged in a way that has never happened before. I watched two very hyped new shows: Pluribus from Breaking Bad’s Vince Gilligan, about Carol (played by Rhea Seehorn), “the most miserable person on Earth who must save the world from happiness”; and The Beast in Me, a buzzy hit where sad Claire Danes has to figure out whether her new neighbour is a killer. One is an alien apocalypse misery romp,........

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