At 1:17, the piano comes in for a stirring Ramin Djawadi rendition of Sweet Child o’ Mine. It’s the emotional current for a montage of escaped android shenanigans with a familiar headliner: Dolores.
Ah, Dolores. Designed by the Westworld park architects to be convenient for guests to consume. A cliche of cloying womanhood to be plundered or abused. Dead thousands of times at the hands of sadistic park guests and the demands of the market.
Dolores, a rogue AI escaped in the real world, bent on revenge. The score is heroic, swelling to suggest this is all part of a grand adventure. Our sweet child coming of age, leaving principled destruction in her wake. It’s Westworld so of course it all goes off the rails by the end.
Still, HBO is selling a finely tuned narrative distilled from decades of experience selling us culturally-relevant stories. Westworld’s relevant point-of-view:
If people are hurting you, the heroic thing is to try and stop them.
HBO’s alchemy of market research and imagination has brought us an impressive share of culture-leading television, from Sex and the City to The Sopranos to Game of Thrones. They have successfully tracked the pulse of shared imagination since the 90’s.
In the guise of Westworld’s Season 3 trailer, they gave us a stylized premonition of Warren vs. Bloomberg. A world on fire, but we’re bringing the fight to the many corrupt, abusive powers that be.
I’m gonna save the fucking world
With Elizabeth Warren flagging in the first contests of the Democratic nomination, people were ready to count her out. Rumors swirled about fundraising woes. Bloomberg has argued that he and Bernie Sanders should be given the room to slug it out, with everyone else dropping out.
Popular imagination exploded with enthusiasm for Warren’s open contempt for Bloomberg’s power and record. Writing for The New Republic, Heather Souvaine Horn captures it perfectly:
Warren unsheathed her scimitar, aimed for the trouser break, and proceeded to stack bodies by her lectern like an outdoor cat leaving neighborhood mouse carcasses on progressives’ doormat.
Our culture is ready for people who have been excluded from power to rise up and reclaim it. Our culture is ready to hold people accountable for stepping on people’s necks to make their own lives more comfortable.
Westworld, cloaked in the pageantry of a robot uprising, slakes a thirst for tales fitting this bill. It has worn a contempt for the rich and powerful on its sleeve and been rewarded with three seasons of funding so far. But a presidential debate, where real power is confronted, is even more satisfying. Its ripple effects reach beyond cultural imagination, into policy and even accountability.
Somehow, we don’t need to choose between ideas and practical impact. Both are arriving together.
The invisible hand of the market finally giving us something nice.
What happens to a piece of culture when its formative economics undergo a seismic shift?
Will its fans still recognize it?
We have to start with how money shaped storytelling in the days of broadcast television. Here’s the quick, late 20th century version.
TV was expensive. The more credible your show, the more money you needed. You were shooting with film, editing wasn’t initially digital. This took work.
But! If you succeeded in making something that people fell in love with, you could sell it to them over and over and over again. So that initial, expensive investment? It gets paid back, many, many times over. If a new piece of IP really worked, it could pay you back for decades.
So how do you sell it to people? Back then, there’s no streaming platform to work this out for you. All you’ve got is broadcast television television stations. They’ll sell ads against your content to make money, they’ll use the money to pay you for rights to the content.
The golden ticket for your television IP was simple: reach 100 episodes. If you hit 100 episodes, you can sell the show for stations to air every afternoon. With 100 episodes, you can be on every weekday for five weeks without repeating. This was seen as the threshold for viable re-run revenue.
So that was the entire game.
Make 25 episodes every year. Stay on the air at least four years. Whatever your annual budget, you need to spread it out over a lot of shows.
Not only that, every episode had to be self-contained. This model evolved at a time without streaming, and where recording shows was cumbersome. It wasn’t a guarantee that any given audience member had seen the episode played a week before. And if they felt lost, they’d tune out, along with your ad revenue.
So the economics conspired to make the average television series highly uniform, episodically self-contained and copious in volume.
Except where it didn’t.
Over at HBO, economics worked differently. As cable and satellite penetration increased, HBO found a niche selling access to content. Pay cable was the original streaming service. Tack a few extra dollars onto your monthly cable bill, you get access to premium movies without leaving your house.
But you can get movies anywhere. So HBO added something unique: original TV shows. For HBO, money was coming directly from subscribers, rather than ads. They didn’t want to re-distribute to anyone else, either. It was their differentiator. No need to rush to 100 episodes.
So instead, seasons were short. 8-13 episodes. Quality over quantity.
But this was anomalous. An exception to the rule.
Until AMC was on the brink.
The Prestige Explosion
If you’re my age and grew up with cable, you remember flipping past the bizarre edifice of American Movie Classics. They were continually playing black and white movies in weird aspect ratios, completely irrelevant to our cultural frame of reference.
This was a problem because eventually people my age developed favorable advertising demographics. Cable operators didn’t want to continue paying fees to include AMC in the basic cable lineup if a big proportion of their viewers were skipping it. The loss of revenue for AMC in this case would have been lethal. They needed to create immediate relevance.
So they started funding shows on the HBO model. Quality over quantity. Compelling enough that you needed to see what happened next season.
The result: an army of loyal consumers who would arrive at their cable operator’s office with pitchforks if they didn’t get resolution on Don Draper or Walter White. At the same time, the penetration of DVD players made it possible to buy or rent entire seasons of a TV show. You no longer needed to sell 100 episodes to a TV station. You could sell 30 episodes to individuals.
Today, a lot of TV gets made according to this model. Streaming services have proliferated and they have the same sticky subscriber goals of AMC or HBO. Give you something unique, keep you coming back.
While Jean-Luc Picard has changed in the 20 years since we last saw him, television has changed even more. Here is the science experiment:
What happens when a shared narrative framework born to the old economics of television is reanimated, with full continuity, into the modern style of TV production? The change has unnerved some folks who were used to the old way of making these stories.
People can say fuck sometimes
Shit you not, people are complaining that there’s cursing in this series. Star Trek: The Next Generation had to be sold into re-runs to play in the afternoons and evenings when kids were at home. If they’d tried to slip anything racy into the dialogue, the advertising prospects get complicated. Better to keep things clean and presentable for all hours. To say nothing about the prudish FCC.
Of course, when distributed through the internet, anything goes. You need to opt into a specific stream and it’s assumed that parents have some basic control over the situation.
So on Picard, there’s language sometimes. The medium permits it and it’s hard to believe we lost interest in cursing between now and the 24th century. Besides: thousands of gifs don’t lie. The body language of these characters always implied cursing.
Mood, production design and pacing are different
An episode of TNG races through a story. It has to be self-contained. Things happen, characters do things and resolutions are provided.
Picard has no such rush. It’s a single story, told with the understanding that you are fully capable of watching it in order.
Meanwhile, because quantity of episodes isn’t paramount, episodes don’t need to be made on an assembly line of identical sets and costumes. The Next Generation often felt like a televised stage play. Compact scenes in familiar settings featuring a handful of actors, as they hashed through an ethical or philosophical conflict.
By contrast, Picard shows tremendous range of mood and setting. We have everything from action scenes to tender conversations to philosophical arguments. We’ve been to France, to Starfleet Headquarters, to space, to the borderlands, to a Borg cube. We see a variety of clothes on our characters. Uniforms exist at the periphery, in a professional world that’s no longer our focus.
But perhaps most striking, Picard arrives in a cultural context that is exhausted and disappointed.
Star Trek was always a political animal. Gene Roddenberry discovered that science fiction gave him a cloak for discussing political issues that would be too controversial to broadcast in the late 1960’s. TNG continued this tradition, tackling subjects including civil rights, environmental crises, the nature of war, even technology ethics.
Picard knows it is walking into a messy moment in human history. A moment where many of us have lost faith in our leaders and institutions. A moment where we see millions of people fleeing their homes just to stay alive, while those who are safe look the other way. A moment where it feels our technology is out of our control, and perhaps betraying us to shadowy figures we don’t fully see.
So the story reflects this. To meet its duties in the tradition it’s continuing, Picard has no other option.
Star Trek was always an idea about our best selves
There’s plenty you can critique about Star Trek. Its heteronormativity hasn’t aged well. It’s hard to imagine a future that straight in a present that’s so cheerfully queer.
And I could go on. But even if it didn’t always meet its own high standards for creativity and diversity, theintention of Star Trek was clear: help us imagine a better version of ourselves. I would argue it was successful in this.
If Star Trek is to return in a modern form, many things are subject to change in its style and presentation. But its core responsibility is immutable: show us how our best selves respond to difficult situations.
In this, Picard is meeting its obligations to us head-on. We’re only four episodes in. The quality of its final execution is an open question and certainly subject to critique. It is a truth accepted since the first season of TNG that we are not guaranteed good StarTrek.
What is clear is that Picard wants to address the most pressing issues facing us right now. It wants to fulfill its role as a social imagination stimulant. It wants to support us by showing our best selves dusting themselves off and responding to a crisis of confidence in our leadership and institutions. It wants to show us what it’s like to try again after failing to make a better world.
We could certainly use the help.
Thread: How “The Measure of a Man” offers modern lessons in technology ethics.
I’ve never trusted Gmail. Google does too much creepy stuff, and they have zero customer accountability.
While there’s no escaping Google for some services, I think it’s reasonable to draw the line at email. It’s deeply personal content and the gateway to all of the rest of your internet accounts. If you used a Gmail account for your other account signups, and one day Google decided to take your account away, you could find yourself locked out of your entire digital identity.
Best of all, it’s entirely possible to assemble your own email service—if you can part with a few dollars each year.
Start with a domain
This part is essential. As long as you control your own domain, you can always decide where your email is routed.
If you do nothing else, register a domain. You can at least set up free mail forwarding from your domain to a Gmail address. If one day you need to leave Google in the middle of the night, you can redirect your mail forwarding to a new service.
I like Namecheap. Every registration comes with free whois masking, so no one can look up your address through your domain. Here’s a bit on how to set up email forwarding through Namecheap, but most registrars offer this option. Just search the web for [registrar name] email forwarding.
Once you’re using a custom domain for email, you have a lot more control over how you receive email. But there are limits to the free forwarding service that comes with your registration. It can be finicky to successfully send mail using your new address. For a fully-integrated experience where your address always works consistently for sending and receiving, you have to go further.
Add an email host
You can actually pay Google to be your email host. This is called Gsuite and it costs $5 per month. But the whole point of this is to get away from Google.
This is the beauty of holding your own domain, though: you can decide. If Google happens to be convenient for you, you can point your address there. If you’d rather keep your email private from a company like Google, you can use someone else. While it’s entirely possible to stand up your own server for email, dedicated entirely to you, with no other users, I’m not going to get into those details. Instead, there’s a nice middle ground between complete DIY and revealing all your data to a massive advertising company.
You can use a service like Fastmail, whose only ambition is to provide secure, reliable email for a reasonable price. Also for $5 a month, they’ll host your email and, if you want, completely configure your domain for you. Here are the details.
But Fastmail isn’t the only option. If you’re especially worried about privacy and security, you can use ProtonMail, which is headquartered and hosted in Switzerland. Mmm, Swiss privacy laws.
What’s important here is that, at any moment, you can point your domain to new service if the host you’re using doesn’t work out. Your emails won’t be trapped with one service.
After all of this is set up, you’ll probably still need Google for some things. You can sign up for a Google Account with your email address and not get Gmail. This is convenient for Google Calendar especially—most people seem to use Google/Gsuite for calendaring, so having your invitations automatically caught by Google Calendar is helpful.
Of course, for all non-email services provided by Google, you’re again at their mercy. But your email is safe.