From Masters of Sex

From the secrets of reproduction we don't speak about, and it's sins we indulge in, from the objectification of women, also men, from the confusion between our lifelong dreams and momentary desires that two people may see so differently their love turns to hate, to the age old and new definitions of what makes a man tick, emotionally if it be, what is expected of a woman, what makes her care, and how to understand her.. who takes control, who controls in life death or the struggles inbetween, to the taboo questions of science that even scientists try evade and only mavericks dare to try answer with a pure inquisitive mindset and experiments wherein this might be the only escape from their present or past 

The efforts that go into reproducing all that.. a person's ego and pride and hurt and anger, unjust or just, alongwith with making the audience so feel for the characters for what they are worth, that you forgive them for the biggest of things, and cry and laugh with them, and makes you wonder how humanity has come so so forward despite all the evil around, is commendable and it's results are just beautiful and nothing else feels out of place nor improper, 

In Masters of Sex