‘GLOW’ returns, with lots to tell about the wrestlers behind the stereotypes

Since “GLOW’s” spirited first season premiered last summer, there’s ample evidence of a feminist turnaround – in media culture, at least.

Some powerful, predatory men have been thrown to the mat of public opinion, their limbs pretzeled and their cries of “uncle” triumphantly dismissed. Stories by and about women are getting more attention, some of which will, with the right support, influence what we see going forward on big and small screens. “GLOW” is a good example of what that world could look like.

The Netflix dramedy, based on the real-life experiences of a ragtag team of lady wrestlers in the 1980s, can be viewed as a historical primer on the bad ol’ days of showbiz chauvinism, in which women competed for a spot in male-controlled fantasies.

“GLOW’s” awkward humor and its fringe of pathos easily won the first round, with a knowing wink for anyone who dares to assume that some of the worst harassment and prejudices it depicts are set safely in a big-haired, neon-splattered yesteryear. “GLOW” has a colorful way of making clear how these workplace dysfunctions are as current as they are nostalgic.

But let’s not heap too much social responsibility on the series, which resolutely retains its fun and doesn’t always need the hassle of having to be topical. How these women were treated circa 1985 and ‘86 (and how they persevered) is relevant enough.

Season 2 – all 10 episodes of which are available Friday – seems a little redundant at the outset, picking up right where it left off and repeating its basic premise, which is chronicling the establishment and early successes (and failures) of the cheaply made “Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling” cable-TV show.

By the fourth episode, creators Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch and their writers have come up with some hot-button story lines. In one episode, one of the women wrestlers berates another for jeopardizing the show by refusing to have sex with an unctuous network executive.

“I don’t like it when you’re in a clump, whisperin’,” grouses Sal Silva (Marc Maron), the coarse but compassionate director of his fledgling troupe of wrestlers, who do tend to huddle and conspire against him – particularly Ruth Wilder (Alison Brie), an underemployed yet boundlessly helpful actress who, in Season 1 invented the perfect “heel” role for herself as Zoya the Destroya, a Soviet wrestler out to trample her hyperpatriotic blond American nemesis, Liberty Belle (Betty Gilpin).

Sal can be a protective boss as well as a cold tormentor (Maron once again delivers a nuanced performance) as he struggles to make good on the network’s order for a season’s worth of episodes, funded on a shoestring by a canned-food scion, Bash Howard (Chris Lowell). As much as Sal resents Ruth’s energy, his dependence on her grows.

The Gorgeous Ladies themselves are still the true heart of this show and Season 2 takes some needed time to flesh out their characters – not only as the egregious stereotypes they’ve been assigned to play based on their looks, race or backgrounds, but also as the women they actually are.