Is it feminist to be pleased to be back in an underwire bra after 15 months of soft cup boredom? Wriggly has been slowly but surely losing interest in his breakfast feed of breast milky goodness, to the point where this morning he had the shortest suck ever and would not even latch on at the second attempt. He has weened himself at the grand age of one year. Can't walk, can't talk, but he doesn't need no boobies anymore.
He's still totally into formula from a bottle though; he gets all flappy with excitement when he sees the plastic boob-replacement. Even when it's just sitting upside down on the bench drying after a clean. He gobbles the formula down, and keeps sucking even after it's all gone, although he's actually not all that hungry. Fortunately he is easily distracted by that other modern wonder; the toothbrush.
In other wire-related news, we've been watching the first season of The Wire, graciously loaned to us over a year ago by Mr R P Studmuffin. We watched episode four last night. Now that's a patient friend.
Almost as forgiving is poor old Apathy Jack, who came round with two boxed sets of watching pleasure (the complete Yes Minister, including Yes Prime Minister, and every episode of Babylon Five ever made) when Wriggly was a couple of weeks old. Sensitive to the needs of new parents, he dropped them off at the doorstep quietly one morning and sneaked away again to avoid waking the baby or me. He'll be waiting a while yet but I won't forget the DVDs were his to start with.
But back to The Wire. I find it quite compelling watching. It's the sort of programme where I get to the end of an episode and I'm disappointed it was so short. I want to watch the next one immediately. I haven't felt this way since Battlestar Galactica. I don't know if it reflects NZ's police force at all, but I suspect not. Surely it can't be that desperate in Nga Pirihimana O Aotearoa?
The Wire paints a picture of boys (and one girl so far) in blue who are over-stretched, under-resourced, under-paid, and generally encouraged to quit if they have any smarts whatsoever. I wonder how the real-life Baltimore police felt about it when it came out? Too close to the bone? Or a million miles away from their truth? The high level of corruption portrayed (and the high level of incompetence and stupidity on display) is astonishing to me, despite my high level of cynicism about law enforcement.
As I've only seen a limited portion of the series so far it may be unfair to comment on the male dominance of the cast. In many ways it is probably a natural reflection of the environment on the screen; women in the drug world seem to be drug users and/or prostitutes, while on the other side there's been one police prosecutor (who also serves as a sex interest for the main male character), and one female police officer, Detective Shakima Greggs.
Kima's character is so prominent that I almost felt like there were lots of women in the show. She's smart, she's good at her job, she's teamed with two complete idiots, and she's an African-American lesbian. One part of me thinks it's fantastic that there is a woman of colour, a lesbian woman of colour no less, in this part. Another wonders a little if that was a way of shoe-horning two minorities, and one majority, in for the price of one character. Perhaps in a future episode she'll end up blind or in a wheelchair? Sonja Sohn will still be fantastic to watch in the role, and if they keep writing her character the way they have been I'm not sure I'll care too much.