Now, I am not even going to attempt an explanation to how / why I see myself more in a self-portrait by some 17th century Dutchman than in a contemporary TV-series about a vice-president, intelligently written and played by an actress I greatly admire.
Still. For some reason I don't. (See myself in 'Veep', that is.) Perhaps because these characters are all either so nasty or self-centered or plain stupid or - frequently - all three that there is really nothing to redeem them.
Washington Crossing the Delaware,
Emmanuel Leutze, 1851