Working Girl

Photo Credit: Jojo Whilden/HBO
Photo Credit: Jojo Whilden/HBO

I’m clearly a card-carrying member of the as-yet-to-be-created Lena Dunham fan club. But even if I weren’t mildly obsessed with her, I would still be impressed with her recent appearances at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and on Alec Baldwin’s Here’s The Thing. These interviews reveal a fiercely intelligent, self-assured young woman who, unlike her character Hannah, is too busy working her ass off to fret about whether or not she is the voice of a generation. Due to the seemingly confessional nature of Girls, Dunham is often confused with her character (and there are obviously similarities between the two, like their propensity for going pantsless). But the Hannah of the first two seasons would definitely not be capable of writing, directing, and staring in her own film; creating an award-winning television show; and then securing a lucrative book deal—all before the age of 27. The only writing Hannah has completed this season is a one-line, coke-induced epiphany  about raising show dogs and a meandering essay that reveals little more than her inability to accept criticism. This disconnect between the insecure, unfocused Hannah and Dunham herself has led critics as well as Internet commenters (always a civil lot) to claim that Dunham doesn’t deserve her success, that she is just lucky, that she is merely the product of nepotism, etc. But you don’t end up with this resume at the age of 26 by mere luck or connections. Many wealthy celebrities have children, but very few of these children are creating provocative and entertaining work (or doing much of anything that doesn’t involve blow). In these two appearances, Dunham—who has become emblematic of a generation defined by anxiety, discontent, and apathy—reveals the confidence and ambition of a millennial who isn’t content to remain in her parent’s basement. Continue reading “Working Girl”

In Defense of Narcissism

Photo via Above The Law
Photo via Above The Law

Since Montaigne first wrote about the absurdity of the French class system by describing bathroom habits, the essay has been a heterogeneous mix of philosophy and autobiography. With loftier goals than mere memoir yet easier to digest than a dry brick of text (I’m looking at you, Hegel), the essay has functioned as the means by which smart people comment about the human condition by staring in the mirror. However, when women write essays in today’s media climate, the gates of narcissism are apparently thrown open, civilization is eroded, and we are all left yearning for the days when old white men wrote about the serious world in clear, terse prose. Continue reading “In Defense of Narcissism”

In Praise of Chocolate Fountains

 

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Photo Credit: Fox

Mindy Kaling—like Lena Dunham, Beyoncé, and Michelle Obama—is one of my pretend best friends. I imagine us sitting around my apartment discussing the status of women in the entertainment industry, the end of the payroll tax holiday, and whether the genetic mingling of Kardashian and Kanye will produce a baby far cuter than the soon-to-be third-in-line to the House of Windsor. (The answer is yes.) I was subsequently predisposed to like The Mindy Project well before it aired—even taking into account its remarkably awful title. The pilot did not disappoint—with Kaling inhabiting her intelligent ditz persona while interweaving light comedy with subtly dark material. But then the actual season began and not only did the show’s setting inexplicably shift from Los Angeles to a NYC-soundstage housed in Los Angeles but the show’s edge—and Mindy’s voice—were decidedly blunted. There are so many questions raised by the first few episodes. Did the producers hope to appeal to a broader audience with a hyper-saturated lighting design brought to you by the 1990s? Does having a woman of color create and star in a show preclude the inclusion of any other non-white people? (Have you ever entered a doctor’s office and seen only white people? No, you have not.) Are the sitcom clichés and cardboard side characters really just meta-commentaries on the state of the modern romantic comedy? Perhaps, but I think it’s more likely that The Mindy Project just isn’t very good. Continue reading “In Praise of Chocolate Fountains”

Modern Family, You Say?

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Photo Credit: Orchard Cove Photography

During a recent conversation with a colleague about Working Girl and Baby Boom—two iconic eighties films documenting the movement of women into the workplace—I questioned whether popular culture has progressed from these depictions of tennis-shoe-clad secretaries shuffling to midtown in two-piece suits. If we are to believe the, invariably male, writers of network sitcoms, it would appear that mothers have long ago retired those power suits in exchange for 1950s gender ideals. There would be nothing wrong with network television featuring stay-at-home moms if these comedies also showcased at least a few working mothers and stay-at-home dads. But … alas … network sitcoms appear to be in a Mad Men time warp despite demographic changes, the growth of female-headed households, and dire recent warnings about the coming end of men. Popular culture has no problem featuring single working women. Granted, these women usually spend 95% of their time talking about men, but I spent approximately three hours yesterday dissecting a recent relationship, so perhaps I’m not the best feminist to pass judgment here. Although women clearly can still “make it after all” on television, this only remains true until they get a ring on their finger and enter the delivery room. One can always point out exceptions like Up All Night (which I’ll admit, I’ve never seen), but, in most cases, network comedies remain particularly loathe to feature modern, shifting parental roles. Which brings me to Modern Family. Continue reading “Modern Family, You Say?”

Weekly Girl Crushes: When You Can’t Watch Mad Men…

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Photo credit: South Florida Gay News

Global warming autumns are now so common that I no longer find it odd to be wearing a tank top and shorts on a September afternoon (whether it is appropriate for a 29-year-old to don such an outfit is another question entirely). Apparently, television and film are mirroring this climate trend because we are still mired in the late-summer pop cultural doldrums despite having already celebrated Labor Day. Now is, therefore, the perfect time to delve into those books, films, and lesser known television shows that can sustain us until Mad Men returns and the Oscar season officially begins. Continue reading “Weekly Girl Crushes: When You Can’t Watch Mad Men…”