No matter how TV has changed and will change again over the years, if there is a genre that has no need to reinvent itself, that genre is comedy. The only thing that a good comedy really needs is a small, cozy room full of great and enthusiast writers.
Watching Kimmy Schmidt navigate her new world, I recognize that after breaking out of my bunker-like closet, I did not simply come out gay. No, day by day I come out more and more as myself.
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There are currently no female flavors of Ben & Jerry's ice cream (even Tina Fey would agree that, while "Greek frozen yogurt" is certainly a healthy ice cream alternative, it is not the same as ice cream).
Since the place was reborn in 1979 under the direction of the new Radio City Musical Hall Productions, the Spring Spectacular has been reliably perky, friendly, and leaning towards mass-market bland.
The series has already been renewed for a second season, and after the events of the finale I just saw, it's hard to tell what direction the tale will now go, but I think it's safe to say that if you have a spare 325 minutes to binge watch The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, do so.
I know some might consider it bad form to break up with you right before Valentine's Day, but I have too much respect for you to fake it. Plus, I promised at the beginning of our pretend relationship four days ago, that I would always keep it real.
Immediately after hosts Fey and Poehler did their Bill Cosby routine -- their most talked-about bit of the night -- comedian Barry Sobel's Facebook page lit up with dozens of folks posting that the duo did his routine, almost verbatim.
As our lives take a turn this way and that, with expected milestones and unexpected setbacks, my hope is that we are involved not so much in the business of drawing lines, but expend our efforts investing in the search for our people.
Sunday night's show shines as an even bigger moment for women. To deliver such pro-female, feminist-centric comedy gold at one of notoriously sexist Hollywood's biggest nights is no small feat. And after Fey and Poehler set the evening's feminist tone, the women of Hollywood ran with it.
With all due respect, this positive progress report on Women in Comedy is a tribute to Joan Rivers. She persevered to pave the path for generations of funny women. Rivers auditioned seven times over three years, before making her Tonight Show debut in 1965.
This weekend an A-List cast stars in the hilarious and touching movie, This Is Where I Leave You. It's based on the bestselling book by Jonathan Tropper about Shiva.
Don't get me wrong: This Is Where I Leave You isn't a great movie. But it's an enjoyable one, an emotional comedy that earns its lump in the throat and most of its laughs.
If you think your office job is rough, know this: Tina worked the front desk at a YMCA after being turned down for jobs at a Ruby Tuesday and a theater box-office.
Are you, as a young woman who lives in rich country, privileged enough to "not need feminism"? Excellent. Now please join me in trying to spread some of that privilege amongst women who need it a bit more than you do.
My generation has a seat at the table, but it comes with strings attached. I'm hoping that the next generation does not have to have "rules" for working in a man's world.