Thursday, May 31, 2012

Between an Emerald and a Hard Place

       
 Those of us who love Mad Men obsess about every element of the show, not the least of which is the writers ability to take unexpected directions. They always manage to surprise us and occasionally shock us. The most recent episode, "The Other Woman", has generated more discussion that any other episode I can recall- and this is a show that gets a LOT of attention from bloggers, critics, and fanatics like me.  Joan is such a beloved character and seeing her in this impossibly sad situation was like watching her get raped by her horrible manchild husband all over again.
On the surface, Joan is incredibly self possessed, beautiful, and competent- this is a carefully constructed facade that she maintains with a heroic amount of effort. When we as viewers see the vulnerability and insecurity underneath her strong public presentation, it is haunting and heartbreaking.
The discussions I have been following, on Facebook and other fan sites seem to have brought out a lot of judgmental types who, despite the complicated nature of this show, persist in seeing everything in black and white. In their eyes, Joan has" lowered herself" and they would never sell their own virtue for material gain, blah blah blah. Other slightly more cynical posters have suggested that it wasn't a big leap since she had been Roger's mistress for years and generally "slept around" (whatever that means). It was sad but not surprising how many of these posters were female. I understand the denial and judgement- it's a defense mechanism. While most of us have not been in this exact situation, I think seeing her backed into a corner like this rings a bell for a lot of women, echoing times that we have felt like we had no choice but to stoically make the best out of a bad situation.  And in my mind, Joan did not really have a choice here. Once Pete told the partners about it, her fate was sealed. When Lane told her the partners would finance the fee, she finally knew where she really stood with people she considered friends and colleagues- and the damage was done for good. Whether she slept with the skeevy Jag dealer guy or not, she was fucked. In their eyes, she was either going to be the reason they didn't land the account (if she refused to do it) or the person who slept their way into a partnership. 
I keep thinking about what Joan's night after that day at the office must have been like. Drinking alone after work, believing that all the men at SCDP were unanimously willing to sell her for an account. She must have been wondering what her options were. Should she refuse to do it- and go on being an aging divorcee raising a child, chasing after some other man for some other measure of security, and continuing to go into work every day in an office run by a group of men who believe that her body can be used as a bargaining chip?
So she set her terms, and they met them. Now she has a partnership, and hopefully some security she gained on her own. I can't say that I wasn't terribly sad for Joan, but I am not disappointed in her at all. She made what she believed would be the best choice for her future. It was a terrible choice to have to make, and it was terrible to watch. But you know what, Joanie? You are not a ruined woman. Take that partnership, and hold your head high. I hope you never feel like you have to rely on a man again.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

What's in a name?

The term "strong female lead" first came to my attention in a great song by the Cowboy Junkies, "Sun Comes Up It's Tuesday Morning". The singer is musing about the recent change in her relationship status and the bittersweet pleasures of solitude.
"Maybe tonight its a movie
with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave"

These lyrics evoked the images of all those great 40's era movies that were called  "women's pictures." They made lots of these films during WW II, largely because the male audience was off fighting the war, and the women were left behind, working in factories and going to the movies. I like to imagine that these ladies were watching Joan and Bette and Barbara and seeing a glimmer of their newly-found autonomy flickering back at them in the theater.


More recently, I have seen "strong female lead" used as a category on Netflix. As near as I can can determine, the definition applied here is a film with a protagonist who is a woman with a tough life who kicks ass and sticks it to the system. It can also include strong female characters who are complex. (Yes, both of these catagories are ridiculously scarce, but that's a whole other post.)
The phrase rings a bell with me for a lot of reasons, and when I decided to start a blog, it was the only name I seriously considered.
 I suppose this blog would fall into the "uncategorized "bin- not specifically about music, politics, cooking, etc. This is what kept me from even starting a blog for so long- I was convinced I wasn't expert enough on anything to talk to others, even about things I was passionately interested in. 
I finally decided to stop being afraid and just jump in. In making that decision, I became the strong female lead in my own life. The single constant element in all my experiences, and the occurrence that has shaped my world view the most, is being a member of the Double X Chromosome Club. So the posts on this blog, no matter what they might be about, will all be filtered through that lady lens. We'll see how that manifests itself. 



Monday, May 21, 2012

boys club

Watching this last night was unexpectedly touching. It made me think about all the funny talented women who have come through SNL and run the gauntlet of the boys' club there. It must have been really tough and frustrating at times for Gilda and Jan and Molly et al. Making your unique voice heard is always a challenge. Look at all the shit being thrown at Lena Dunham right now. Thanks to all you for persevering. I appreciate it.


Sunday, May 20, 2012

cheaper than therapy

Over the years, many friends have encouraged me to start blogging. They said it was because I was" funny" and "opinionated." I think this was a tactful way to say "drunk" and " loud."  I was (and still am) reluctant to do so; I feel like the cultural bandwidth is choked with attention whores and I didn't want to swell the ranks.  There is a lot of great commentary available on the subjects I am  interested and passionate about, most of it by people smarter and better informed than me.  Why add to the clamor?  
But it IS cheaper that therapy. So what the hell. We'll see how it goes. And you don't have to read it, especially if you are related to me.