When I read an article in The Guardian, "Why working-class actors are a disappearing breed," I thought, wrong, they underestimated the disappearing. It's not only the working class actors getting muscled out, but the shows about working class families as well. "Raised by Wolves," is one of the smartest and bravest TV shows I have ever watched. Caitlin and Caroline Moran's brilliant scripts maintain lightening fast verbal and visual jokes. From their first episode about a middle sister's first period, which The Herald labeled a "bloody mess"--those bloody buffoons missed the bloody jokes--to their kick ass mother played by Rebekah Staton. What I truly love about this series (that could never be shown in the puritanical US) is that the Moran sisters wrote honestly and brutally about how girls grow up and out: embarrassing bra and underwear fittings; even more embarrassing feminine hygiene products' awkward and horrifying sexuality; hormones; poverty; boys, boys, men, boys; and the utter embarrassment a teen feels about those you are related to. FRIGGIN BRILLIANT!

I have just watched 'Raised by Wolves' for the first time; I had been avoiding it as, coming from the Black Country myself, I was worried about how 'we' would be portrayed. However I have to say that Della in particular cracked me up - she is so typically Black Country. The accent, the language, the self-mocking - all very typical for the area.I am disappointed that it was filmed in Manchester, as Wolverhampton has a decidedly different feel and character to the towns shown on the series. You do see some shots of the city - for example Banks's Brewery, the Molineux and the ring road. It is well worth watching as an enjoyable and, if I'm honest, very good depiction of how folks from the Black Country tend to think.

Raised by Wolves is, well, kind of funny in that laugh of shocking discovery sort of way. If you can decipher the accents good on you, but they all strike me as being "acted" in an especially broad style, rather like that inverse class giving-the-finger manner still too common in England these days. Raised in a mixed Scottish/Welsh household, I guess the midland inferiority complex missed me entirely. Consequently, while the financial challenges of such a household are hugely reminiscent, I realised all too soon that the extremely cavalier social, economic and moral stance (especially in the adult 'mentors' God help us) was more one at which I could only cringe with rolling eyes and a shaking head. Managed to endure two episodes but it just seemed to get worse and I trembled for the future of the little ones. I can't laugh at the train wreck results of irresponsible parenting and poor moral choices. So... No thanks.

Such a ray of nightmarish sunshine, to watch Della's dysfunctional horde. Finally a TV series that depicts the so-called "underclass" with such blunt panache and dry wit. Especially the subtle multi-level comedic nuances, many of which I only caught on the third viewing. Obtuse yet credible characters, as the glowing antithesis of what a "single Mum" family should be. Too many roiling undercurrents of my OWN childhood, which only sharpens the appeal. It's been a very long time since I laughed myself to distraction at a "family" TV show. My sincere congrats to all the writers, cast and crew. ( Hmm; since Babby Mariah is barely out of nappies, how did you POSSIBLY induce her mastery of "filthy side-eye"?) Thx...JBL, Toronto ,Canada.