I watched “Baby Reindeer.” It was an engaging meditation on identity (who are we? What do we want to be? What are we willing to do to be that?), trauma (abuse in a variety of forms, both at the hands of others and by our own hand), belonging (a romantic partner, a member of a family, a professional community), and the impact of small act…
I watched “Baby Reindeer.” It was an engaging meditation on identity (who are we? What do we want to be? What are we willing to do to be that?), trauma (abuse in a variety of forms, both at the hands of others and by our own hand), belonging (a romantic partner, a member of a family, a professional community), and the impact of small acts. It was a good show. Did the “real” Martha get a raw deal? Maybe. Is the person who came forward the real “Martha?” Maybe. The truth is, we don’t know the truth. At the end of the day this is a story, true or not. It was told in a way that some people liked (clearly) and some didn’t. And, as is so often the case in the media memesphere, lots of people who didn’t see it at all but have lots of opinions about it, anyway.
I watched “Baby Reindeer.” It was an engaging meditation on identity (who are we? What do we want to be? What are we willing to do to be that?), trauma (abuse in a variety of forms, both at the hands of others and by our own hand), belonging (a romantic partner, a member of a family, a professional community), and the impact of small acts. It was a good show. Did the “real” Martha get a raw deal? Maybe. Is the person who came forward the real “Martha?” Maybe. The truth is, we don’t know the truth. At the end of the day this is a story, true or not. It was told in a way that some people liked (clearly) and some didn’t. And, as is so often the case in the media memesphere, lots of people who didn’t see it at all but have lots of opinions about it, anyway.