My joy has been unconfined this past couple of weeks, as Raised by Wolves has returned to our screens. I have made no secret in the past of my love for Caitlin Moran, and this show is just another string to what must be modern media’s most ample bow.

Even without Moran’s name attached though, I would still adore it. For me, this is one of the freshest comedies around, not least because it deals with so many contemporary issues. Take, for example, the most recent episode, where the family nearly lost their home due to the private landlord wanting to cash in on the rise in house prices and sell up. A combination of razor sharp wit and some deliciously low-key acting undercut the melodrama nicely. This isn’t some sitcom about cushy suburbia. This is about a family living on the breadline and the black humour you need to develop to survive it.

The show being so female driven is another plus for me. Even in this age of the most recent wave of feminism, it still feels like many comedies reduce female characters to where they are in their reproductive cycle. For instance, mum Della in another sitcom would be put-upon but still angelic. She is, after all, a mother. In Wolves though, Della is more than that. She is a battler. She is shrewd and streetwise. She has a difficult relationship with her mother so has no maternal figure of her own to guide her. But, most excitingly, she still has passions. She goes on dates and gloriously is able to switch off the ‘mum’ switch in her brain.

Then there’s eldest daughter Germaine, who is revelling in her newfound sexual powers, albeit ones that are still not finely tuned. Her ‘sexy’ dancing with a library book on STD’s is a sight to behold. In fact, there are few shows out there that allow women to be overtly aware of their sexual prowess. It’s as if most sitcoms exist in some Victorian world, where women are mothers or maids. Wolves is a beautiful antidote to this. Where else would you have dialogue where mother and daughter discuss sexual interests? “Andrew Marr on a bike?” Della queries. “Oh that’s Yoko, turns out she is quite niche sexually” calmly responds Germaine.

In an age where we terrifyingly have manninists screeching about losing 1% of their power to women and pop culture not sure whether to liberate women or sexualise them, it is good to have at least one corner where women can be women. Filthy, funny, tough, sexually empowered and emotionally robust women. Bravo to the Moran’s for creating this show, but equally bravo to the cast for bringing them to life.