That sensibility is still there in season three, but it’s honed,
assertive and blisteringly satirical, as in a birth-control ad where
the boilerplate “Ask your doctor if birth control is right for you”
morphs into demands that you also ask your boss, your boss’ priest, and

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conceit into absurdity into a faux-melodrama about the male gaze
arguing against itself. (“Am I the only one thinking with my dick
here!” one furious juror demands.) It’s a satire of how women are
assessed, and of how men are socialized to assess them, and of how pop
culture presses a standardized, and thus boring, idea of sexiness on
everyone. At the same time, it’s both a pitch-perfect satire of Sidney
Lumet-style social-issues movies and an effective piece of social
issues comedy.