Monday, February 23, 2015

Bye Bye Lil Sebastian: Life Lessons from Pawnee

I'm nursing a wicked case of food poisoning from my Oscar fete last night and I feel like I'm channeling Leslie Knope in "Flu Season."  Granted, I'm not wearing pants as a scarf but I do feel a lot like this:


However, that's given me some good, solid time to sit around watching old Parks and Recreation episodes, preparing for tomorrow's series finale.  This show has meant a lot to me over the years and I'm anxious and sad to say goodbye to it, to the point where the gif above still seems apropos (admittedly, I also think I'm suffering from some residual PTSD from the HIMYM finale last year.  #Neverforget).  While NBC has essentially burned through the final seasons' episodes, the writers behind Parks and Rec have tried to give us as satisfying of an end as possible, revisiting some of our favorite (and not-so-favorite) plotlines and characters.  It's been a grand farewell tour and love letter to the community we've come to be a part of over the past years.  While setting the final season several years in the future was a risky decision, it's had some creative payoffs with some emotional ones for the audience as well; after all, these characters have become an extended part of our families and when push comes to shove, you want to trust that the kids are alright and what better way to do that then to press fast forward and actually see it, rather than just hear about it or imagine it?

I didn't immediately latch on to Parks.  After an uneven first season where the writers seemed to be trying hard to make Leslie Knope the Female Coming of Michael Scott, the show did the seemingly impossible--it got better, and then it got great.  I grew really invested in the show when it was in its third season.  It was my first year truly away from my family and friends.  Months into my move to New York, I don't think I had a single, local friend and I was, to put it quite bluntly, unspeakably lonely and fiercely craving connection and community.  It took me awhile to find that here, and truthfully, I'm still looking, but back then, I found it in spades for 30 minutes a week in Pawnee.  After all, Parks and Recreation, is, amongst other things, about the power and importance of friendship (after all, it is the reason Galentine's Day is now in our lexicon).

I'd wager that the two most significant relationships on the show aren't actually romantic ones but are platonic--that between Ann and Leslie and Ron and Leslie (don't get me wrong, the Ben-Leslie romance is an amazingly written one, and if Ben Wyatt was a real human, I would track him down and marry him in a minute).  Ann and Leslie are teammates,almost from the very beginning, and their friendship could pass the Bechdel test easily--they see each other through personal and professional growth and their relationship is built on mutual support.  They're unabashedly vocal about their adoration for each other and these two were defining #relationshipgoals before that was even a thing.  Let me tell you. if you don't have your "own Ann" out there somewhere, you best go find one, because it makes such a difference in your life.

Then there's the ballad of Leslie and Ron, a complex relationship to be sure, but one just as significant as Ann and Leslie.  For once, the central focus of this friendship isn't whether men and women can be friends (Answer: they can, obviously, but that storyline is a little too on the nose for P&R and not nearly as interesting as other avenues).  Leslie and Ron are the yin and yang of this show; they have different values and often land on opposite sides of an argument.  Conflict doesn't have to breed contempt though and Parks makes a case for what happens when you align yourself with someone different than you and actually take the time to learn from them--you may not always change your mind but you're certainly better for having tried to see their side, and every once in awhile, you might actually see yourself shift as a result.  Friends who you respect, not just with whom you get along, are incredibly valuable, and are often the ones that push and challenge us to grow the most.

It's that very idea--that people--and places--can grow and change that fuels much of Parks' comedy. Leslie genuinely believes that change and improvement is possible.  She's incredibly optimistic and constantly working to make Pawnee--and the people in it--happier, healthier, and safer.  It's not surprising that Parks, which began in 2009, on the heels of Obama's first presidential win, originally centered so much on trying to elevate the role of public service and the idea of Hope.  What is surprising is that years later, in a much more politically and ideologically cynical environment, it still does those things.  Leslie loses plenty of battles--a gazebo she's trying to save gets knocked down; her application to clean up Pawnee River gets stalled' she gets recalled from office.  However, she doesn't let these failures define or deter her.  Furthermore, plenty of things she does go unnoticed or unappreciated but that doesn't make them unimportant.  Things not working out isn't necessarily a reason to stop working towards them entirely; it's just time to consider them from a new angle.  The show posits that hope and hard work aren't foolish (and might I add, neither, by god, is Leslie Knope).  Unlike so many of my favorite recent comedies (ex. 30 Rock, Seinfeld, Arrested Development), Parks' characters assume the best in others and this extends to the writers too--Parks writers assume the best in its audience; even when the humor is broad, it's never cynical or nasty.  These are all radical ideas that honestly, shouldn't feel so radical...but they are.  It begs the question--what if there were more Leslie Knopes in the world? 

On a related note, I'd be remiss if I didn't at least devote some time to discussing Leslie Knope as a feminist icon.  It's been interesting watching so many female protagonist led comedies--we've been blessed with a number of them as of late--but the most notable heroines are probably Liz Lemon and Leslie.  I've gotten compared to Liz Lemon plenty of times and most of the time I acknowledge it and embrace it--I can totally down a pizza in one sitting if I wanted (especially if I've got my eatin' pants on), my history with men is abysmal at best, and I'm honestly, a big ass geek.  Truthfully, I think a lot of us are like Liz Lemon; it's not a coincidence that there are plenty of dating bios that say "OMG, I'm like a real Liz Lemon"--she's a reflection of who many of us are most days.  However, I'd argue that Leslie is who we are on our best days, and who we should strive to be every day.  You see, Liz self-sabotages and while she's a feminist, she's also far more prone to call out her flaws and where she--or her life--falls short.  She talks a lot about feminism but there's a disconnect between her preaching and how she lives her life.  Leslie, on the other hand, is the opposite--here's a woman whose competence is central to everything she does and whose characterization is primarily focused on joy--her own, or that which she can bring to others.  Unlike Liz, she lives feminism and radiates love for herself and other women, and encourages others to do the same.  I fully believe there's a spark of genius in all of us (and there is in Liz too); the difference is, Leslie believes in--and follows--hers.

I hope that after Parks and Recreation airs its last episode tomorrow that we'll work to preserve its legacy--that we women will remember what goddesses we are, that we'll all fight for the people we love and work to see the best in each other and ourselves, and that we'll do our part to make a small change out there in the world.



SO YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED PARKS? 
How sad--but lucky--for you!  Here are my top 15 episodes to get you started.

Your Parks and Recreation Starter Kit:
1.  "Rock Show": Like I said, Season One is all over the place but the finale is a highlight.
2. "Pawnee Zoo": The first episode of the second season, and the one that really starts to right the ship.  Plus, gay penguins get married.
3. "Practice Date": Not only do you get to hear the list of incredibly creative ways Leslie has been broken up with, but Louis CK guest stars in this one, and we all know he is a great American, grumpy treasure.
4. "Telethon": A great showcase for the entire ensemble.  Also, a sleep deprived Leslie is the best kind of Leslie.
5. "Flu Season": This is an all around perfect 22 minutes of comedy. I have yet to see a "Best Of" list that doesn't feature this one.
6. "Ron and Tammy: Part Two": Real life married couple Megan Mullally and Nick Offerman get dirty, and he's in cornrows.
7. "Jerry's Painting": I love an episode that features some of our favorite Pawnee crazies and this one hits the spot.
8. "The Fight": Things get a little crazy when the gang gets drunk on Snake Juice.
9. "Roadtrip": I actually have this episode downloaded on my phone and pull it out whenever I need a pick me up.  I also think that Rob Lowe playing the imaginary banjo is LITERALLY the funniest thing I've ever seen.
10. "The Trial of Leslie Knope": Both an affirmation of love and the strength of this ensemble.
11. "Pawnee Rangers": I bring you "Treat Yo'Self."
12. "The Debate": Come for Paul Rudd's hilarious guest appearance.  Stay for Leslie's speech at the end.
13. "Win Lose or Draw":  If you don't shed a tear during this episode, I think it's quite likely you are a robot.
14. "Halloween Surprise": 5 Words.  Fart Attack.  Ben and Leslie.
15. "Leslie and Ron": Magical things happen when two frenemies are stuck in a room all night together. That sounds sexual.  It's not.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Applause For...

-The poor guy who thought I was winking/flirting with him this morning.  Sorry, dude, it's 5am and my contact got folded up in my eye. The only thing I'm trying to proposition is a bagel.  Plus, you're wearing a Looney Tunes shirt with the Tazmanian Devil on it, and I've always been more of a Marvin girl.

-LaGuardia Airport, who decided that blasting Phil Collins at the buttcrack of dawn was exactly what we needed to get this day off to the right start.

-Nikki Reed, for reminding me that Us Magazine is wrong.  Stars are not just like us.  Because I definitely did not look as good as she did this morning at the airport (Exhibit A: cream cheese in my hair from aforementioned bagel).

Sunday, November 16, 2014

I'm Lovin It: Things I'm Digging This Week V. 9

Bonjour!  Bienvenue!  I just noticed that I'm getting a big spike in readers from France, so dear Frenchmen, I have no clue what's led you here, but welcome!  Stay awhile and make yourself comfortable.

Back to business.  When I was younger, my aunt had a dog named Tara.  Tara would sometimes break into her dog food stash and eat and eat...and eat and eat and eat.  Then, completely engorged and full, she'd crawl under my aunt's bed and cry to herself, completely having a pity party.  Today, fresh off the heels of two massive meals with folks I love, I kinda wanna do the same.  If I could figure out how to fit under my bed and cry, I totally would but for now, I'll have to settle for groaning away, looking up at my ceiling.  There's gotta be a word for this.  I feel like that girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory who they have to roll away.  All of that to say, I'm a little distracted (and honestly, a little drunk right now) but here are my top picks of the week:

  • So, I think we've established by this point that I love me some Aaron Sorkin.  The only thing I like more than Aaron Sorkin is an Aaron Sorkin parody and Seth Meyers' this past week was top notch (though honestly, Seth, from me to you, why is the rest of your show not this funny? SHAME SHAME SHAME).  I've basically sent this to all the people I know who love The West Wing already, so some of you may have already seen this but damn, it's worth sharing out far and wide.
  • I loved the story of Patrick, a deaf teen in Uganda.  For fifteen years, Patrick has not been able to communicate with his family, members of the community, other than through very rudimentary gestures because sign language isn't available/taught in his home.  This video shows footage of Patrick's very first sign language class, after a sign language teacher finally comes to his community in Africa.  I dare you to watch it without tearing up just a little.
  • I kinda wish I could make this my ringtone.
  • So a total confession about me: I LOVE messing with Siri on my phone.  It is by far one of the dorkiest, lamest things about me (which says plenty, just trust), but sometimes I will literally sit for 30 minutes just messing with her, asking her to be my friend, questioning whether she's Her, trying to do knock knock jokes with her, etc.  So Siri related humor is already up my alley.  Add Taylor Swift to that (yes, I know, I'm giving her another shout out here) and I'm all over it.
  • These windshield wipers are the only reason I think I'd ever want to drive a car again.
  • Haley Morris-Cafiero's art is so important--and pretty biting at that. Haley's angle: capturing and criticizing our society's way of interacting with and commenting on overweight/obese individuals.  Morris-Cafiero basically sets up cameras in public spaces to capture the looks that people give her regarding her size.  The results are pretty damning, really sad, and should make us all think twice about how we respond to people who are overweight.
  • I think we all need just a small dose of panda triplets in our lives.
  • My friend Sita has slowly turned me into a cat person.  I don't know how it happened!  But the transformation is complete.  I happened across this video this past week documenting what happened when researchers unleashed kittens on stressed out people!  (Someone find me one of these glass boxes, stat).
  • My love of stationary and cards is pretty infamous amongst my group of friends; I get teased about it plenty but honestly, I have a pretty good sense of humor about it at this point.  Yes, I have a PaperSource problem and could probably take it down a notch when it comes to sending out cards to people with sentimental platitudes or ridiculous inside joke drawings.  No, I don't plan on changing my behavior or doing anything differently.  Anyway, I've been bugging out a little because I think I'm not going to send out Christmas cards this year; my friend Ryan sent this to me in response (I think, really as just torture.  Bad Ryan!)  There's some really funny ones here (I particularly like 5, 9, 10, and 24).


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Party On, Guys

youjustgotunfollowed:

this is one of the best puns i have ever seen

Y'all, few things are as satisfying as a pun as damn good as this one.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Verklempt

I've long waited for a moment where I could organically use "verklempt" to describe my personal state of being.  I blame this on my having watched way too much Coffee Talk as a child.

But I digress.

Today, I found out my favorite diner in New York City, the Edison Cafe, is closing its doors, likely within a month's time.  Naturally, the first thing I did was call my mother in a panic.  To most people, this reaction would probably seem weird (and maybe it is) but my mother understood it.  The Edison's a titan in the theatre district, an institution that's welcomed many of the theatre greats through its doors over the past twenty years.  Don't believe me?    Neil Simon literally wrote a play about it and Neil--he knows his stuff.


There's a part of me that's hugely sad to see such an important part of New York theatre history shut its doors; plus, I find something utterly charming and romantic about the rush and clanging noises of a great diner. More than that though, I'm sad to see this place go for personal reasons.  As an adult, and as a New Yorker, I've spent a lot of time trying to find places that really felt like mine.  Maybe it's watching too many episodes of Friends or Cheers (I know, again with the TV!) but I feel like I've been constantly on the lookout for places that made me feel comfortable, welcomE, or like they just fit.  The Edison was one of those places.

For plenty of people, this probably wouldn't make sense.  Walking into the Edison, it doesn't seem like much of anything special.  The theatre posters are hung a little crookedly, the signs are handwritten, the paint's yellowing a bit.  However, based on the uproar that erupted once the closing was announced, it's clear I'm not alone in feeling connected to the place.  For me, the Edison was far more than a hole in the wall with great matzo ball soup or a killer blintz; it's been a marker in so many of my important memories here.  It's one of the first places I came when I first visited NYC at age 19, it plays a prominent role in what's easily one of the happiest memories of my life and the moment I decided I needed to move here after college.  Every year when my mom is here, without fail, we make it an event to go here (and we always order the same thing; cheeseburger deluxe with a Diet Coke, no pickle).  We've sat at those tables, year after year, as life has zoomed by.  Our conversations have changed--from next semester's classes to 401Ks, from heartbreak to the pangs of a new love, from figuring out where the closest IKEA was to what couch was the best investment.  I've grown up inside these walls and while my life has changed so much in the seven years since I first came here, this place has stayed the same. There's been something really comforting about knowing that in a life that felt like it was moving and changing so quickly and a city that wouldn't stop doing that either, there was this one place that felt suspended in time, stable, safe.

I'll be sad to see the Edison go.  The girl in the left booth will have to find a new place to haunt.  Maybe its closing is a sign of the times.  Maybe it's another reminder that I have to stop making a home for myself in places, and instead need to make a home within myself, so that sense of safety and stability with go with me wherever I go, because things are going to keep changing.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Does Time Warner not understand...

...that when my cable and internet are down, I am forced to be left alone with my thoughts which is completely unacceptable.