Are we over our romance with trans- people?
I got to know my first trans- person in 1990, so you’ll pardon me if I yawn through the gossip sites that cover every outfit Caitlyn Jenner wears or every breathless review of the Amazon-produced TV show, Transparent.
That’s not to say that I don’t love the show, because I do. My husband and I were riveted to both seasons, binge-watching as much of them as possible before we absolutely had to go to sleep. And M. is not a binge-watching kind of guy.
Our fascination with the show had nothing to do with the trans-topic.
Nor did it involve the excellent acting.
It had to do with the utter selfishness of every single character on the show.
Every single one of them.
It’s like watching a car-wreck. You know you shouldn’t be so fascinated with the accident scene, but you can’t take your eyes off it.
What we loved about this show was that the trans-topic was pretty trans-parent.
These could be any people in LA. Anyone.
Because selfishness and self-centered behavior cross all lines. Especially in LA.
As it turns out, trans-people are as trans-selfish as any other kind of people.
Transparent has been renewed for a third season. The shows should drop some time this year.
We can’t wait.
Because there’s no substitute for good TV writing. Just ask Shonda Rhimes.