Yes, I DO realize how crankish this sounds, but it’s creepy and galling that the same sorts of people who rarely stop nattering about how the “evil” Catholic Church is “full of perverts” do so just long enough to drool over The Great British Bake-Off, and regularly consume other BBC fare without a whiff of self-awareness…
Imagine an American network looking the other way while Captain Kangaroo, Dick Clark, and Merv Griffin molested girls (and the occasional boy) for decades—and got Congressional Medals of Freedom.
Then, after what it deemed a decent interval, churning out (or just cheering on) oh-so-“thoughtful,” big-name, BAFTA-bait programming “exploring” (cough) its own scandal, like a dog turning back to its vomit.
And everybody clapping.
It’s that BBC corporate culture—the same one that just fired a comedian for being too white—that I dread gaining even a toehold here in Canada, fooling everyone else with their sexy accents, adorable slang, and nifty Union Jack paraphernalia. Our existing media landscape is incestuous, insular, and ignorant enough as it is.