Spent the day finishing Killing Eve.

I am nothing if not current on my pop culture.

Not to give too much away, but it’s about an assassin working for an organization that calls itself “The 12,” who gets tracked down by am American working for MI5, the British equivalent of the FBI.

What makes the show unique is that both those characters are women, and it passes the Bechdel test.

Repeatedly, and forcefully.

As a Man Of A Certain Age accustomed to the privileges that entails, it’s both disconcerting and inspiring.

Disconcerting as anything is that shows you that the world might be better if it were different and how you might not fit quite in the same place you once did.

Inspiring for those same reasons.

And the belief that art can show the us the way toward that kind of reality.

One where strength is earned, not inherited.