Pity your favorite editorial cartoonist. Usually 'tis the season when that weary wretch can, for a day, get away with a dashed-off Father Time: geezer, sickle, four numerals to note the passing year. But how to capture 2017? Bald and bearded hardly sums up its dispiritingly nasty tone. And it's probably best to avoid using a berobed male to symbolize anything, much less the culture at large, unless you can depict predation, cluelessness and the appalling abuse of position and power.
Indeed, with the revelatory parade of odious men from the media, film, sports and political realms marking this annus as particularly horribilis, it's easy to forget the exceptions.