Realistic

Out of an urgent need for escapism, N and I started watching Peaky Blinders. Brits should be commended for keeping things realistic, finding actors who look like underfed, ugly degenerates to play gangsters. If these were Americans, they’d flash $80,000 perfect smiles and sport dewy, flawless skin as they crawl around in miserable slums.

I particularly like American TV cowboys who have soft, gentle skin that has never seen direct sunshine and trailer park girls whose hair is a product of three generations of wealth.