@firefly,
Quote:The only thing that genuinely mystifies me is the appeal of Duck Dynasty as "entertainment".
Perhaps you're a
niche snob ff.
Whatever it is, if it's scripted and acted it's a leg pull.
How it works it's a bit of a mystery although the modern, well-educated, sophisticated lady seems, if the ratings are scientific, or nearly so, to be drawn to series incorporating bonnets, voluminous skirts and feechewering females of quite chaste disposition running rings round gentlemen of renown and responsibility, like unto the manner in which wasps are drawn to discarded, unwashed jam jars with the top off. Alike, I mean, in the sense that neither can help it.
Whether it means that they feel, unconsciously, somewhere deep down, that they have made a bit of a blunder with the feminist, equal rights malarky, is a matter for each observer of this strange manifestation to decide for themselves. But very few bonnet movies are authentic about the fleas and the way the plumbing works. But they all show temptations to gluttony in the breaks.
Some men, writers and wits, study those sorts of programme content to learn how to write or be witty on the basis that those entrusted with the script are self-evidently, measured in cash, not mugs. They might, they do, make jokes the censor doesn't get or smuggle into the sub-conscious viewers a message they are unaware of receiving.
Some people, mainly men, record them and study them for anachronisms so they can inform the producer of the solecisms which had escaped his attention and by doing so hope to be invited to join the team. A Wellington boot print in the mud for example.
I daresay a writer on DD would give you a nice blast if you said such a thing in his hearing.
As you constantly remind us we are free to think what we wish about such things, within fairly wide limits at least, and express our views on them if we feel the urge to so do without let or hindrance.