Spring Forward

“Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring.”
—Henry David Thoreau

“M$#@$*%&ing garbage truck.  PICK UP THE GARBAGE LATER!”
—Geeta Malik

The clock is ticking!  Script deadlines are approaching, just as inevitably as swimsuit season.  And in exactly three months from today, my next child is scheduled to arrive.  The final countdown to summer has begun.

There are lots of voices in my head.  Card-carrying feminist.  Indian-American.  Unabashed lover of Blades of Glory.  How do you silence these voices when you’re writing?  How do you turn off the shouting and be true to your characters, even if those characters act in ways that are unsavory to your personal philosophy?  I’m circling back (time is a flat circle, after all) to True Detective.  Much has been written about how the women in the show are marginalized, underwritten, and objectified.  Was it writer Nic Pizzolatto’s obligation to write wholly realized female characters?  Or was he simply telling a story about two damaged men and the damaged world that they inhabited, and as a result, their relationships to women were also damaged?  What’s realistic, and what’s pushing a political agenda (even one you completely agree with) so far that it outweighs the truth of the story?

On another note, what’s with so many women being afraid to call themselves feminists?  I’ve got news for you, human beings of the world: if you think women and men are of equal and not lesser value, then congratulations!  You are a feminist.  Simple as that.  The amazing Oscar-winning Brenda Chapman has a great piece about the moment she became a feminist.  I was always a pretty stubborncontrarian child, so it’s hard for me to pinpoint the exact moment I became a feminist.  If someone told me I couldn’t do something in general, I’d have to do it to prove them wrong.  And if someone told I me couldn’t do something because I was a girl, well, that kickball would just go right over the fence, mister.  In your face, little neighborhood boy trying to leave me out of the game.

Maybe it’s about balance.  For every True Detective, there should be a Thelma and Louise.  For every Spiderman, there should be a Merida.  For every Chazz Michael Michaels, there should be a Jenna Maroney.

You can never have enough Jenna Maroney.

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