It’s gray, but warmer, all the way in the 40s, so it feels like winter may not last forever. We can’t know for sure, although the change of seasons does offer a hefty hint.
Soon, maybe.
I gave up on the K-Drama I was watching, When the Stars Gossip. Spoilers ahead but they may help you evaluate if you even want to try; I don’t recommend it and I can see why the ratings weren’t good despite a wonderful, talented cast and crew.
I was iffy when an ectopic pregnancy was treated like a viable pregnancy that could, somehow, be carried to term rather than a life-threatening health event which is what that is. In case you don’t know (and the writers apparently didn’t), an ectopic pregnancy occurs outside the uterus, most frequently in a fallopian tube.
Left untreated, it does not gestate; instead a woman dies. This show did not treat it remotely for the crisis that it is, and not only was that irksome, it’s utter misinformation.
Women in this show, no matter what they’ve attained, no matter their accomplishments, are relegated to baby ovens. Mothers routinely die in this show’s universe, from what I read further on, with little to no effect on the people left behind.
But one of the most egregious plots had 16-cell zygotes, called morulae (plural, singular is morula), described as “children.” The potential “grandfather” essentially claimed all rights to them, seeing his daughter-in-law as nothing more than their vehicle.
And, according to the non-science of this show set in space (did I mention the space part? I think I didn’t mention the space part) an astronaut who happened to also be qualified in IVF was able to determine the gender of the morulae…by looking at them.
“That’s a daughter,” he says. “A son. Another daughter.”
Not “male” or “female,” as though that can be determined by sight.
To a petri dish of cells thousands of miles into space away from any means for them to be anything other than…a petri dish of cells.
Here comes a big spoiler, so avert your eyes if you are so inclined but I am telling you that beyond these issues, an utter lack of chemistry between the leads, an utter lack of morals among all characters, and an utter lack of coherence in the plot make it not worth your time.
Anyway, the commander finds out about this secret experiment, because of course it’s not sanctioned, and destroys the cells. The male lead calls her “a murderer,” describing the cells as “children.”
I hung in only slightly longer, hoping for it to improve, but it did not.
Generally I don’t buy into whether shows are popular or not to decide if I should watch them, but I absolutely see why this tanked.
It’s difficult to do something creatively, and I don’t want to insult any of the people involved in a vast endeavor like this, but this kind of nonsensical agenda and dehumanizing and devaluing of women for the sake of humanizing clumps of cells is simply not acceptable.
From what I read of the ending, it only got worse, both in terms of science and plot.
I’ll wrap it up with this, because it’s turning into quite a rant: in this time where most things are difficult and distressing, you do not have to hang in for entertainment that does not entertain you.
You do not have to use up your leisure time with something that makes you anxious, angry or annoyed. Abandon with abandon.
It’s a form of self-care.
Have a great Monday.
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