The second season of Fleabag finally dropped on Amazon the other day, giving we Americans a taste of Andrew Scott's forbidden fruit, ahem, the "hot priest" heard round the world. Have we all watched it by now? I consider the show impeccable, beyond reproach, a perfect thing. I don't know that I can even write about it without just devolving into a series of gifs showing people orgasming. Anyway there's a new chat with Scott in the NYT that I recommend; here's a choice bit where they asked him about how he, a gay man, managed to display such insane chemistry with writer star genius Phoebe Waller Bridge:
"I just find it just sort of shocking … I’m hesitant to say insulting but, I mean, it’s not what chemistry is about. The reason that chemistry is such a fun word to say is because that is about more than sex and it’s about more than brains. It’s about fun and connection. And at the stage door when I do a play, the fans that come and see me are mostly female. For years I’ve always thought, Well, this isn’t based on my sexuality. So who is creating this myth?"