There is no end to the truly regrettable moments in “Bill Nye Saves the World,” Netflix’s attempt to rebottle the ’90s-era lightning of a dapper science guy for a new generation. But one stands out. Rachel Bloom, decked out in avante garde ’80s pop gear, sings a cringeworthy song about the spectrum of sexuality called “My Sex Junk.” You can watch it if you like, but I can’t say I recommend it.
I’m a huge fan of Bloom. “My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” the CW musical series she created and stars in, is spectacularly funny, largely thanks to her note-perfect performance. I’m also a fan of Nye, or, at least, I was a fan as a 10-year-old, which makes me the target market for his new Netflix series. But this is television, and in television, two positives can sometimes make a negative.
From Nye’s new show to April’s March for Science, science is enjoying a much-needed moment in the cultural zeitgeist, but it’s in danger of the same pratfalls that have hamstrung another subculture with which it has more in common than its stewards might care to admit: the religious one.
Religious entertainment could teach science a thing or two about the danger of pandering to pop culture.