I think that John's just reached the point where he assumes lovely women leading him to sleek, black cars are taking him to Mycroft for another little talk. Poor man.

Uncle Sleuth

The detective work of Sherlock Holmes in the BBC's version of the character is only impressive if you have never seen House or CSI, even once accidentally while waiting for something else to come on. "Noises can tell you everything," the sleuth opines, and somehow everyone around him resists vomiting in their tea. Cumberbatch's Sherlock Holmes treats women as if they were mentally disabled idiots incapable of understanding the logic (of noises). If Holmes treated people this way in America, he'd be qualified for the Republican presidential nomination.

That wasn't Lisa McAllister. So, not Anthea.

Good, then, that makes things simpler.

Had the author actually watched any of the other three episodes?

Or, you know, paid much attention to that one? Because reducing the window toss moment to this

As bad as the female gender is, Americans drive Sherlock absolutely bonkers. If a British person offends him, the ensuing Oscar Wilde-like dance constitutes an elaborate game he's going to win anyway. When Holmes encounters an American, he pepper sprays the poor guy and throws him out a window like some kind of reverse Captain America.

Completely misses the point. (Also, Mrs Hudson is not a servant, she's his landlady, though she clearly acts in loco parentis de facto for him.)

There are legit critiques to be made. Those... lacked context.

(I also feel the pedantic need to point out that the parts of the plot directly lifted from ASiB ended with Sherlock drugged, defeated, and in bed. For the record.)

(The rest of the plot, which suffered from some of Moffat's habit of Plot Souping things, was not part of the ACD story.)

(Yes, I have three different pedantry tags for my Tumblr entries.)

Personally, Ple I like to imagine you in a glowering fury of pedantry, scowling bitterly for hours with occasional irate gesticulations.

Yeah, that sounds like someone who came to the table looking to grind that particular axe.

Personally, Ple I like to imagine you in a glowering fury of pedantry, scowling bitterly for hours with occasional irate gesticulations.

Occasional? As you know, when I get into a pedantic rage black out, my hands fly all around and my eyebrows are all over the map. I'm very animated in my irritation.

I should work it into an exercise routine...