The show does this in ways both big and small. How they see us doesn’t define us (we are who we are, after all), but it does create fissures in the way we see ourselves, forcing us to seek out anchors that will make our identity legible to others as it is to ourselves. At the risk of sounding a bit too poetic and philosophical (I must be spending too much time in Fraser’s head), these characters keep showing us that we only exist in relation to someone else. What I keep wondering is, Who are we for? Identity, as this HBO show continually reminds us, requires an other, an audience, an interlocutor. It can be an expansive promise or a limiting curse. But it could just as easily be a defeatist proposition. The more I think about the singsongy title for We Are Who We Are the more its meanings multiply in my mind.