Ten of prime-time's most fabulous females

I stumbled upon this article and decided to reserve judgment until after I had read it in its entirety. My first assumption was that it would be a male entertainment writer's condescending attempt at giving recognition to the oft-overlooked female talent on television. I read through and my instinct was right.

TheStar List Week: 10 of prime-time's most fabulous females

Within the first three paragraphs, this quotation got me: “ 'It’s not just the man’s journey,' applauds Modern Family’s Julie Bowen, 'with the woman standing there shaking her finger, waiting for him to come back from, like, his fart fest with the guys...That is a huge change from the old standard Jackie Gleason format.' "

I know she's on Modern Family, but has she watched Modern Family?



Both female leads, Julie Bowen's Claire and Sofia Vergara's Gloria, are smoking hot stay-at-home moms who are paired with arguably less appealing male counterparts--Claire's husband, Phil, is an average-looking uber-dork who drools over his step-mother-in-law Gloria within plain eyesight of his wife; and Gloria's husband, Jay, is an old curmudgeon 20 years her senior.

The show may not portray only the man's journey, as Bowen naively lauds, but it certainly portrays the women as standing there shaking their fingers--I'm pretty sure this is one of Gloria's standard moves when she chastises Jay and her son, Manny--and waiting for them to come home. The only difference is that they're not coming home from "fart fests with the guys," they're coming home from work, a place to which neither woman ever goes. Claire is college-educated but feels she is needed around the house (despite the fact that her youngest child, Luke, appears to be in middle school and her teenaged girls are old enough to take the city bus and certainly don't need someone driving them to soccer practice or baking cupcakes for their class). Gloria stays home, too, but I'm not sure why she is needed there. She is not at all domestic--she can't bake or clean--and her precocious son, Manny, seems to raise himself.



I firmly believe that if a family is financially able to, of course one partner should be inclined to stay at home in order to give their children the most nurturing and enriching environment and bond possible. But why does it always have to be the woman, even when her children have far surpassed a need for her to help micromanage the minutiae of their lives? There is something tragic about the prospect of a middle-aged woman, who is less than a decade away from experiencing the sense of loss and insecurity that comes with Epmty Nest Symdrome when her children go off to college and the workforce, who has nothing with which to replace them--no job, no discernable hobbies, and few pasttimes besides rolling her eyes at her idiot husband.

Writer Rob Salem congratulates Claire for being as "goofy and neurotic" as her husband, Phil, but neurosis is a stereotypically female quality, and Phil is painted as an effeminate character (matched only by equally neurotic gay couple, Mitchell and Cameron). Only Jay, the patriarch of the family, is portrayed as the sane voice of reason in a family of feminine--both female and male--nuts.

I actually like watching Modern Family, but I acknowledge it for what it is: certainly not a groundbreaking formula that gives women an opportunity to challenge preconceived notions of traditionally female roles and responsibilities. It's just funny.

Let's not pretend it's anything else.

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http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/the-hot-button/look-on-the-bright-side-positivity-linked-to-longevity/article1927370/

I just read this article in The Globe and Mail about how one's positivity in life is linked to one's longevity. I'm doomed. Seriously. I'm the most anxious, obsessive-compulsive worrier I know. I never look on the bright side. The proverbial glass has always been half empty--not because I'm not happy. That's not it. I adore my husband, my family, my friends, my students, my job--even my neighbours and my mother-in-law. And most people hate their neighbours and their mother-in-laws. Not me.

But I am convinced that everything will turn out horribly and I always have been. I remember not being able to sleep for weeks before the school year began in elementary; I was convinced I would have the meanest teacher in the school. My mom would try to reassure me and tell me to "think positively"--but it doesn't feel possible. I also recall going on an airplane for the first time when I was 14 and scrambling to pack every morsel I could fit into my carry-on backpack because I was 100% confident that the airline would lose my luggage and that I would never see it again. Despite the heat, I think I must have worn seven layers of shirts, shorts and pants. I had resigned myself to the fact that never again would I see those pjs, socks, underwear, and few shirts that I hadn't been able to stuff into my bag or cram onto my marshmallow body. Of course, the luggage arrived in Toronto just fine and everyone told me that I'd overreacted. But I felt like I'd only prepared myself for the inevitable disappointments and inconveniences of life.

As I got older my pessimism never waned. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't be accepted to university (despite a 94% average); that I wouldn't get a summer job EVERY single summer (despite getting hired at Dofasco, Columbia International College, and Ford, all of which paid about three to five times the minimum wage my friends were making); that there was no way I was smart enough to successfully get into an MA program or Teachers' College (despite being offered a TA-ship and several scholarships); that I would never get a teaching job, what with the oversatuated educational job market (even though I didn't have to supply teach a single day in my life and had a full-time job come September 5th); and it goes on and on and on.

You'd think I'd have learned from these positive outcomes that if I'd just been optimistic in the first place, I could have spared myself the negative energy and enjoyed the ride a lot more. Quite the contrary, my friend. What if it is my cynicism that has been the precursor to the good experiences and outcomes in my life? Perhaps unequivocal certainty would have made me naive and thus unprepared or, worse, overly confident and thus arrogant.

So don't worry...about anything...I've got it covered.