I’ve managed to annoy a few of my friends recently by insisting that they watch “Leaving Neverland,” the documentary in which two young men recount, with steadfast clarity, the abuse they suffered at the hands of Michael Jackson. “Everyone has to watch it,” I said, not a little vehemently. “It’s too upsetting,” one of them said. “It’s too awful, said another. “I just don’t want it to be true.” “I just can’t watch it,” said one. “It’s too disturbing.” There are shows I avoid,