I mean, the end result is the same if you're on the other side of it -- I will use any legal or legislative excuse to make you feel shitty about yourself, because I fear I may myself be gay -- but the reason there's so much of this NAMBLA age stuff on British TV, and never over here (unless it's to prove how completely vile the character is), is because those are the terms in which the fight is fought. It's a part of the conversation you might never know about. Something to consider, and remember, when watching British TV.
The nurse, a pretty young thing, accidentally opens the exam room door onto Frank's crotch, and then makes sure he is undamaged, and then shaves his nutsack a little bit. If you're not shaving the whole thing, how do you know which nut? Actually, how do you know period which one to biopsy? Because the only thing worse than having to think about William H. Macy's scrotum -- and I mean no disrespect, he's not an unattractive fellow and a beloved person of his generation -- is thinking about what if he had three nuts and one of them was deformed enough that you could just tell. Man, balls are the weirdest thing of life.
"You don't have to go too crazy here Sheila [heh], but as close to Vera Wang as you can get." Sheila says how pretty she's going to be, and Veronica feels like Cinderella, and Karen is off. "Screw Cinderella, little doe-eyed bitch. Probably one of the worst role models for little girls." Sheila thinks Cinderella was a feminist, which I guess you could make that point -- since the whole thing is about using disguises and showmanship to highlight the value that was always already there, "magic's in the makeup" etc. -- but Karen's not feeling all that third-wave today.
"The whole idea of marriage is a useless vestige of an archaic civilization." True. They ask how she knows that, besides common sense, and Karen pointedly goes, "I watched one unravel?" Which really has nothing to do with the point, but this whole scene is weird because Karen keeps saying pretty obvious stuff and then getting sidetracked by non sequiturs, like, she points out that in olden tymes marriage was a contract exchanging women for property, and this point is defeated by Fiona going, "You're being a little pessimistic!" It's hard to take seriously a conversation that nobody is actually having; it's just straw men and women. Karen points out that it's just a piece of paper, and Debbie natters on about how the same thing is true of birth certificates and money, and everybody congratulates her on winning that debate, and just in case you thought this conversation had any actual merit, Veronica goes, "Hey Gloria Steinem, enough of the blah-blah."