Orphan Black is not for the squeamish. Eyes are gouged out. One guy impales another guy’s hand with a nail gun. Helena kills her surrogate mother with a kitchen knife and stitches her own stabbed abdomen by hand. Alison is armed with a hot-glue gun. Not an episode passes without occasion to remark on the handiness of home ec. But the show’s go-to wound is the puncture: the act of penetration.
What has been so deliriously fun about the first two seasons of “Orphan Black” isn’t the fiction of the science; it’s the fact of the women.
I’m a bit late on this, but I don’t care because Orphan Black is the best television show of all time and we should all be reading about it/thinking about it/talking about it every minute of the day, and honestly if anything this is your fault for not telling me about this article when it was published last week, so there!! Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so hostile, I’m just very committed to this show and it comes out in weird ways. Like a few weeks ago when two reasonable friends were explaining that they felt like the show went off to a strange place in the second season, kind of like how The X-Files got too deep into its own dumb mythology shit, and I was like “uh huh yes I hear you but have you considered: shut up?” Anyway, here’s a good article from last week about the science of Orphan Black, read it and report back because this is now an Orphan Black blog.