And it's not just TV shows. I was recently reflecting on the lyrics to Pulp's Disco 2000. Now Jarvis Cocker is a well-loved, liberal, cultural national treasure, but underneath the self-deprecation in his recollections in that song, there seems to lurk a somewhat snide contempt for and objectification of Deborah.

I used to adore the series (and film) M*A*S*H, from a far earlier era admittedly, but would now be wary of rewatching it, as the constant hounding and humiliation of Loretta Swit's Maj. Houlihan would perhaps sour my affection for the countercultural MDs of The Swamp.