Let me explain myself - Canadian content as it stands now, the bastion of the cocooned, smug white left who refuse to believe that Margaret Atwood really is a sub-par writer, that the CBC and various other government-funded (read: taxpayer-funded) hacks are as imaginatively bankrupt as any MCU hack, that no one wants to watch "Little Mosque on the Prairie" ever, that the Americans and South Koreans produce things people want to watch (you know - the "post-national state" people-kind with "no core identity" - those rubes), that we really can learn from the works of Shakespeare or even the Bible, is rubbish.
In that eccentrically organized but revealing Conservative leadership candidates TV debate the other night, the candidates were asked about their personal taste in books, music and the last binge-watch TV they enjoyed. Not hard questions but good, get-to-know-you questions.
The list of shows they mentioned amounts to a telltale revelation. These people seem to be completely ignorant of Canadian-made TV that’s renowned, award-winning and made in their own backyards. It was like dirty laundry being aired; it was an excursion into the mind-boggling.
Or refreshing.
We don't have to pretend that anything on CBC was worth watching.
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