The few who count as diehard fans of USA Network’s Suits might be feeling a little uneasy about this season so far. The writing and the storylines have not been good, and I don’t say that relative to prestige dramas. I say that relative to other seasons of Suits. For some reason, they have taken the best character on the show — Donna — and turned her into chattel, a piece of human property that Louis Litt and Harvey Specter continue to having pissing matches over, as though Donna has no say in her own affairs.
That problem is compounded by the fact that Harvey — who we are often told has incredibly large testicles* — is suffering panic attacks, not because of some grave danger in his life, and not because there’s a threat to his job, and not even because his paycheck keeps getting slashed, but because Donna left him. She didn’t die or anything. She didn’t even leave the firm. She just decided to become Louis’ secretary, a decision that has forced Harvey into therapy so that he can get medication to treat his panic attacks… because his secretary left. Don’t get me wrong: Donna is amazing, and easily the best secretary on television, but her defection hardly warrants repeated emotional breakdowns.
*Seriously, no episode of Suits is complete without an overly obvious pop-culture reference, at least one completely unnecessary utterance of the word “sh*t” just to remind everyone that this is cable, and at least one reference to the size of someone’s balls.
But this post is not about Donna. Or Harvey. It’s a celebration of the second best character on Suits behind Donna. This character is in at least five scenes an episode, is pivotal in every single case on Suits, and has the ability to strike more fear into opposing counsel than anything Harvey, Mike, Louis, or Jessica has ever said.
I speak, of course, of the manila folder and its instrumental role as the ballsiest plot device in all of television.