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Like Bones, a Newer form of Sexism
Nathan Fillion plays Richard Castle a cute cuddly hunk who tells the lead, pseudo-professional (but gorgeous model), pseudo-detective, Kate Beckett (Stana Katic) how to think.
Lead detective watches her diet carefully, is super thin and rarely thinks as competently as someone who has actually risen to the rank of her profession. Typically she just never thought that the victim's ambitious rival might be a suspect! But, thankfully she has hunky Castle to do all her thinking for her -- except -- and this is important -- in the scenes where she explains to hunky, cute, hunky, cuddly-bear cute Castle, through her powerful woman's intuition, that the woman was murdered by her husband because her husband just loved her too much.
Killing your spouse if they disappoint you in any way just proves how very much you love them! Touching.
And women, please please remember, your value to our society relies on how thin, sexy and pleasing to men's eyes you are (i.e. ALWAYS wear very tight clothing if you're thin enough to be anorexic.) What a relief!! You DON'T have to be competent at your job!!! You just have to look sexy and you'll end up the head of your department. Compared to this insane lie characters such as Cagney & Lacey are dumpy losers. They, laughingly, were portrayed by writers (who apparently forgot to suck the oil out of their ratings-conscious corporate bosses' rear ends by portraying their characters as competently strong females who, and get this, actually got their jobs by being good at them???) as good cops!!! Wow! Talk about crazy!! Thankfully the sane among us know only men (and yes, a few select, super sexy, women) are the only ones who truly know their job.
Women are here on the planet to please men's eyes. But, don't worry your pretty little heads, you'll just get wrinkles. If you see Cagney & Lacey as role models your life is in for an eternity of turmoil and expectations of competence.
In the new sexism it's all good of course because pseudo-professional females get promoted to positions of prominence by being sexually desirable (just, whatever you do, DO NOT forget to have that intelligent man there beside you to guide you/help you/hold your hand.)
In reality however, if you have two brain cells that are functioning this will be a hard series to get through unless you're able to dull your senses via alcohol, drugs, willful stupidity or suicide. It's vicious murder on a light-weight comedic scale that we can all enjoy because the pretty main characters are mindlessly flirtatious towards one another throughout never-ending murder. It's audience is the 13-year old girl who dreams of having a "Castle" in the middle of her romance novel and rarely rises above this. The girl gets to go on to be the anorexic, vomiting-during-lunch-break "woman" she sees her ultra-thin feminine role model as.
Castle has the equivalent character of Jessica Fletcher in "Murder, She Wrote." Apparently he can appear in a brothel in India 3,000 miles from home without notice and EVERYONE will know who he is and will have read his latest novel. He'll be deceitfully self effacing and adorably cute long enough for the viewer to ignore the larger, but more meaningful picture. The ratings-driven writers of this overly popular bowel movement play on viewer fantasy and insecurity creating an insane make-believe world that poorly rivals science fiction.