Orange is the New Black continues to insist that women make great protagonists, that sex and sexuality are important parts of our lives and should be talked about, that race matters, that people aren’t perfect but are still somehow redeemable.

One of my favorite pop lyrics is Cat Stevens’ Father and Son (1970). “You’re still young, that’s your fault.” It’s the kind of line you struggle against: “How can it be my fault?” The older I get, the more I understand. I realize that youth was, and still is, my fault.

Orgasm Inc. is funny. The best moment is when Liz Canner reveals that the erotic film she’d edited caused almost as many positive reactions in the placebo test group. The drug wasn’t working, but they’d proven that “women like porn.”

I love the movie, consider it great… The story’s structure is uncluttered, providing a robust framework for abundant comedic and metaphorical elements. Its heart is gold, often wringing tears of recognition from me and those sitting nearby. I’m talking about satisfying, gratefully bittersweet tears – reinforcing and illustrating the moral.

Sure, Game of Thrones, we get it. Everybody dies. Maybe that chick is going to come back with her dragons and win the game. Maybe not. But here’s what you haven’t yet answered, and probably can’t: What does it matter?