Libby

Masters of Sex, Season 2. Minor spoilers.





What an interesting show this has been. Pretty much all the time I despise the male main character, Bill Masters, even if I understand he's coming from a place of weakness (and pity should be instead what I felt, but that's another rant).

But! I had the same opinion about his character's wife, Libby. She was one being dragged down by the isolation put upon her by her husband. She was fake and phony, becoming overbearing and paranoid, and taking it out on others.

But through happen-stance, she was exposed to the plight of coloured folk in 1960's USA. I'm not exactly sure what the element was that transmuted her spirit. Maybe it was giving her time up for a cause that was bigger than her. Maybe it was the contact with real fucking problems that rung the bell of authenticity within her. But through those motions, and some risk taking, she was able to find the light inside her. Her own voice.

Her dialogue with Virginia regarding children custody in the last episode of the season was fucking beyond anything so far. You could see how she came full circle, and began viewing life differently.

Taking the courage to stop being a "woman of her time" and instead fight for her happiness.

So good.