Mr. Pitts is underrated for both his talent and the eerie beauty of his face.

I am reading these reviews very late, and so apologise for engaging awkwardly, but I assumed the writers were mocking their own programme, because while this cast is nothing less than highly skilled—almost note perfect, scene for scene—they have resorted to indulging in undeniably ageist casting.

Please hear my slow, reverent clap.

Indeed. I was confused by this descriptor.

While I think the diagnostic lines drawn between pedophilia and ephobiphilia are often valuable, where Allen is concerned I am convinced, because of the proud contempt with which he writes and imagines female adults in his oeuvre, long before any claims of abuse were made, that he will abuse any power dynamic with an…

Sorry. Just to be clear, my recommendation of your pain is not an indication of any approval for what happened to you. I am tired of people answering to a myth that unless one abuses serially, one is not an abuser. Within families where even systemic, multi-generational abuse is tolerated, there tends to be far fewer…

Thank you for praising what is truly my one and only distinguishing characteristic. My existence is now less lonely.

I have no ability to process his (quite classically handsome) facial features and their contempt-exuding characteristics, unless I cast him as one of the evil Dons in 1998's terrible “The Mask of Zorro.” Outside of that stereotype, I cannot account for his existence.

Indeed! Why didn’t this happen?

Indeed. People who come from manipulative and abusive families are either too isolated, or tend to be drawn to social groups governed by an undercurrent of tolerance for, and, often, exploitation of very similar abuse. As shocking as the bruising and cuts on a 14-year old’s body would be to her peer group, I don’t…

Sorkin is sometimes clever; he is never brilliant.

That’s what scares me about so many minds (though definitely not all) which are religiously inclined: what would normally be considered “playing devil’s advocate” is somehow seen as some sort of humane dialectical necessity, or, a perfectly natural position. I find it utterly unnerving.

The secrecy and denial inherent in rape culture is society’s secret but all to prevalent fetish. Please know that there are people out there who will understand your narrative for what it is. I am so sorry to hear your brutal story. You have my wishes for a recovery that includes the influence of people who are able…

Thank you for your excellent testament of abuse and its fallout. Symptoms of PTSD in a parent are so often ignored or not properly attributed a cause, particularly by the children who adapt to it. As harrowing as your account was, I would like to imagine it was something of a relief to hear your mother’s story in…

Disgusting, terrifying, betrayals on many fronts. My friend’s sexual abuse narrative (mild but protracted, but to my utter horror, also involving a doctor) was and remains intertwined with her Type I diabetes. She has said that it is amazing how often she is hit on when her blood sugars are even just a little bit low,…

You are brave human, and, in my mind, exceptionally so, since I can only imagine that your mother’s view on childhood sexuality and abuse dynamics would have been ideally formative both as a victim for a prospective predator and as someone who might never have the ability to describe this family environment. I am so…

Thank you for describing the outcome of your relationship with this coach as traumatic. So many people who’ve suffered emotional abuse, particularly the sexually charged grooming you are describing, are not permitted any means of recovering because the abuse was not manifest in its most extreme and offensive form.

I’m certain I am not the only person honoured and grateful to hear your story. The burden of secrecy on victims of any type of abuse is by necessity, a carefully tailored adaptation to the world view of the authority figures by whom they are surrounded. When certain tropes — sympathetic to victims, generally, or not —…

Your comment feels like a scene of “Six Feet Under” which was left, regretfully, on the cutting room floor. You have my gratitude.

Sorry. Odd day with poor reading skills as an accompanying byproduct.