It makes sense to me that Johnny Appleseed, a man, would travel God's earth spreading his profligate seed. And then women are doomed to their lives trying to make that seed into something useful.
Bite that apple, open that jar at your own risk and see how your garden grows, how hopeful you remain. Paradise is, after all, blissful self-ignorance.
It’s difficult, if not impossible, to convey the arc of a series of letters in a TV show. Words flash on the screen at regular intervals in bright Helvetica.