Grance and Frankie is a Paean for Second Wave Feminism

What better way to illustrate the frustrations of two accomplished women, than to have them realize their husbands’ never cared about their femininity.

If we just ignore third-wave feminism, just for a moment… This series has everything. Two women who have more than proved themselves, suddenly forced to deal with the fact that their “husbands” really only liked each other. I’m sure in later episodes I’ll see of how these women really were important (because they were), but the first few episodes are mostly about their internal response, which is fine.

Also, I like their self-involved kids who all are different kids of awful. I do not like any of them more than any other ones.

ALSO, is there a better way to make fun of Men who have Sex with Men (MSM) than to make an entire show about how fucking awful and dumb it is to be “closeted” or “discreet” in 2k16? I think not.

But I’m not just here to make fun of men who can’t embrace their identity, I also think it’s important that this show created a mini-controversy that could be a substantial debate, if the powers that be actually wanted to amplify it.

I love Jennifer Lawrence, and think that Mystique in X-Men: Apocalpyse was her best role, or at least, the best role in that movie. (It’s definitely a case study in how to dominate a film without being the star.)

The fact that in the first three episodes of G&F I’ve only seen two faces of color, one being Frankie’s adopted son and the other being her gay friend… That’s not good. That’s why I said let’s just consider this show on second-wave principles, and save that debate for something that actually aims to tackle that topic and fails. Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Martin Sheen, and Sam Waterson didn’t NEED to particate this show, but they did.

I hope all our stars have few fucks to give when their star of fame in written in stone, and are willing to step a little bit outside of the box.

I know that Jennifer Lawrence, John Cho, Zendaya, and everyone else who I have great hopes for, they aren’t done surprising us.

We all love George Takei, but nobody really wants to be him, when they grow up.

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