Just caught up this weekend on last week's Bones. That episode is a fine example of the times that the show rises above being a guilty pleasure. It took on the issue of personal responsibility and looking beyond the pleasure of "the moment." Especially touching was the end where Booth realizes that someone must teach a high school boy about how his current actions translate into the man that he will become. The boy's parents are never shown but Booth takes on the required task of pointing out just what it means to be a man. That is always a pleasure in today's society where men in general tend to be denigrated in the way that Bones does during the conversation that leads Booth to his realization.
As Tom pointed out, the show avoided the temptation to have an unnecessarily convoluted murder plot in order to spend the time necessary on the other message. Refreshing and nicely done.
Which leads us back into Kipling whence came the phrase that titles this post. And some other reflections on being a man.
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