This is period crime's equivalent of Carrie Bradshaw: shallow plots are merely an excuse for an endless sequence of sparkly 1920s fashion, with Fisher depicted as the ultimate flapper wiyh a gold gun. As a character, she's nearly intolerably stereotypical: even at home, she's always dressed up for dancing and here pajama looks like something a Geisha would wear. Add lots of promiscuity, and inability to speak without sounding like an overly enthusiastic hot line employee. Other women around her are reduced to shy, conservative maids or prude, wrinkled frumps (her aunt is even called Prudence). She's desperately hard to get and all self-sufficient though someone else is doing her cooking and cleaning, and the men in her life are merely a necessity, also to fund her lifestyle. Just like Bradshaw, men are named as carricatures, her butler being called Mr. Butler. This is the living proof o reverse sexism, and some plots are obvious knock-offs of Agatha Christie. If you want really good period whodunnits, Poirot and Miss Marple are the perfect fit. Of course, Miss Marple can't fit into Miss Fisher's slinky dresses, so fortunately she doesn't need fashion to convince us her she's got a working brain underneath her bonnet.