Over the past few weeks I’ve watched both Big Little Lies and The Handmaid’s Tale. I started season 2 of Westworld last night, and I’ll probably dive into Sharp Objects at some point, and I’ve got a season and a half of Veep banked, and want to give Glow a shot, not to mention Jessica Jones season 2 and Pose (though I’m waiting for it’s second season before I get hooked. YOU WILL NOT GET ME AGAIN MURPHY!)
And I smiled, this morning when I realized, most of my planned TV viewing for the summer at least in the “prestige” venue, (I’m also going to catch up on all things CW!) has been, and will be female centric. Go Me! Also, Go TV which seems to have at least gotten the numbers game under control. (At least in terms of white women. Women of Color are getting there too. Never forget that everything House Of Cards did, Scandal did first and better, including putting the first lady in the Oval Office in it’s final season…just saying…)
But this weekend, Aless and I sat eating burgers and drinking wine and talking pop culture representation. (One of our all time favorite subjects) And I explained my new revelation.
“It’s amazing,” I said, “how little interest I have in TV that’s about men at the moment.”
“Well, it’s great,” she agreed, “we have enough choices now that we don’t have to watch shows about dudes anymore.” Granted, I’m still rewatching The West Wing and went on to have an #OCSunday and those are both very dude heavy, but in new stuff I’m watching, there’s literally no reason to watch things about guys anymore, and that’s pretty amazing.
Of course this bit of feminist pop culture triumph was totally undermined a few hours later as we went to see a band that specialized in covers of early to mid 2000s emo and pop punk, perhaps the only musical genre more casually misogynistic than early gangsta rap…but you know, we’ve all got our dirty little pop secrets. (WHO HAS TO KNOW?)