And *that's* why I tell my students not to write in a rush. Serves me right.

You guys? Do I have to start coming over here to write reviews that, you know, actually review the show and give people something to talk about other than how much they hate Ms. Saraiya? Because…don't make me do that. Please. But if it'll stop the Valid-Objections-To-Review-Turning-Into-A-Mob dynamic over here, I will.

I think, though, that the show is making it clear that Masters is going to persevere in his "I can cure it" agenda precisely because he thinks of himself as "uniquely sympathetic." He's not callous—the one place he shows genuine empathy is with his patients, whose pain (unlike his own) he can cure.

Not sure what constitutes 'background' ("I was born a poor black child"), but yeah, I got my Ph.D. in English a few years back, and now I teach Renaissance lit at what the administration insists we call a "major public research university." Which, whatever: I teach. (Which is why my burblings here are at all…

A. Thanks, and B. Please continue to bother!

Fair enough—I'd certainly never suggest that the only reason to dislike Ms. Saraiya's work is because "she's a woman and you're sexist." That would be, as you rightly point out, hand-wankingly glib, and wrong to boot. I myself thought that a lot of her work on MoS last season was unspectacular. No, I think we're…

Those are being saved for sweeps week.

There may be a smidgeon of sexism at play in some cases.

I almost don't want to talk about tonight's episode, as its merits don't really require a lot of critical unpacking—occasionally, great television wears its virtues on its sleeve, and this was one of those episodes.

The "Daddy" thing really creeped me out, too, until I decided that what that nickname actually conveyed was her steely determination, as in: "You are GOING to be a father, Mister, and don't you EVER forget it." That made me feel much better about the power dynamic between them, and a LOT better about her ability to…

I see what you did there.

All exit polls everywhere—indeed, all polls everywhere—should produce a 100% result in favor of "Mind your own bloody business, you nosy bastard."

Hold off until I get tenure. Then the doors are flung wide to all comers. (A phrase that some enterprising young wordsmith might be able to transform into a sexy double entendre.)

You joke, but…

Thanks for clarifying. And sorry I'm not Jason. I'm sure that if you really love him, he'll come back to you. ('Course, that was what my mother told me about my father after his little 'pack of cigarettes' excursion reached its eighth month, so…maybe not.)

He. (Which I clarify only because of the many benefits that accrue—it's fun being taken seriously by salespeople and police officers!)

It is not. (Also, I suspect that Jason, whoever he is, is *deeply* insulted.)

Shakespeare, mostly. English Lit, generally. (And thanks!)

OK, well, um, see…OK. When a man loves a woman very VERY much, and they establish a certain level of trust and intimacy—or—OK, wait. Not always a man and a woman. See—OK—

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No more, no mas. (Dusts off hands.) OK, everyone, over to MASTERS OF SEX on Sundays. Move it along—there's nothing to see here!