Adolescence, and the Need for Dads to Do Better

We need to talk about Jamie. And Eddie. And Luke.

I finished Netflix’s Adolescence last night. I spent the final thirty minutes in bits, and the last 24 hours staggering around in a daze. I’ll be writing more about it, likely next week, and digging into how the show depicts the relationship between fathers and their sons—how men pass trauma down through generations, echoes of pain, now exacerbated by s…