Until quite recently, the closest thing TV had to an antiheroine was Carrie in Sex and the City. It was hard to sympathize with her: most of her problems were her own fault. She cheated on her boyfriends, then wrote narcissistic newspaper columns telling us all about it. She stumbled in her $400 Manolos from one crisis to the next, mostly hampered by her neurotic inability to get out of her own way. While we’ve seen the odd double-act with an equally problematic spouse (The Americans, House of Cards), rarely is a leading woman a likable baddy. There have of course always been bad women on TV — the bitch, the ex-wife, Joan Collins as the scheming Alexis Carrington — but we were never meant to like them. They were villains, not protagonists. They were there to be defeated, not sympathized with.