The thing that sucks about Girls and Seinfeld and Sex and the City and every other TV show like them isn’t that they don’t include strong characters focusing on the problems facing blacks and Latinos in America today. The thing that sucks about those shows is that millions of black people look at them and can relate on so many levels to Hannah Horvath and Charlotte York and George Costanza, and yet those characters never look like us. The guys begging for money look like us. The mad black chicks telling white ladies to stay away from their families look like us. Always a gangster, never a rich kid whose parents are both college professors. After a while, the disparity between our affinity for these shows and their lack of affinity towards us puts reality into stark relief: When we look at Lena Dunham and Jerry Seinfeld, we see people with whom we have a lot in common. When they look at us, they see strangers.
Excerpted from Cord Jefferson’s piece on Gawker.
I was about 10 when Friends first came out and it was full-blown popular by the time I’d reached “can control the TV remote” age. And this is a little embarrassing to think about now, but 13-year-old me daydreamed about being a recurring character on it one day.
It’s weird to think that, should I have completely gone a completely different route and become an actress, 14 years later, I STILL wouldn’t be able to get a recurring role on a show that’s supposed to be about 20-somethings in New York City… aka my life (at one point, anyway).
Though what’s most interesting to me that Lena Durham and the one racist lady from Vice ended up being the straw that broke the collective internet’s “I’m so sick of stories about New York that only involve white people“‘s back. Why this and not Two Broke Girls?