Nick loved me. A six-O kind of love: he looooooved me. But he didn’t love me, me. Nick loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what’s coveted, what’s au courant? I think most people do this, they just don’t admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they’re too lazy or stupid to pull off a switch.
"We glorify anti-heroes all the time. Michael Corleone is a cultural icon. Walter White/Heisenberg is a cultural icon. Heath Ledger’s Joker is a cultural icon. Jax Teller is a multi-murderer, also a cultural icon. But they are all, indisputably, terrible people. Horrible people. And still, there is something to be admired, non? Everyone understands, they even nod in approval, when you throw down a Corleone line (“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse”), when you decide to be Heisenberg for Halloween, when you swagger into the party wearing Jax’s cut, when you paint Heath’s messy mouth onto your face, the villain who made Batman so …juvenile, child’s play. Babies want to be Batman. Grownups want to be the Joker.
So now we have a female character who is just as bad, just as ruthless, cunning, dangerous, and violent. Amy Dunne has arrived. And… well… I love her.”
- Lainey Gossip from her Gone Girl review “Amy IS Amazing.”
Yes! Someone finally articulates how I feel about Amy Dunne.
I just received a message asking to meet me because he wanted to be sure I was real. Said guy is wearing an ironic mustache in his pic.
Listen dude, there are plenty of hot, smart, witty girls with geeky interests. The problem is the male version of our archetype is sadly lacking.
Bitch you are no Lea Salonga.
It’s creepy old man night. Some old dude gave me the once over and tried to maintain eye contact. Excuse me sir, are you Roger Sterling? No? Move along son.
So that I can try to have a social life. But my outfit is really cute and I think I look hot so SOMEONE should enjoy this right?
And by enjoy I mean visually. Get away from me creepers.
When critics talk of the great “antiheroes” of TV drama right now, they mention the Walts, the Dons, and the Rusts. But what about Olivia Pope? White men on television, of course, get to be morally questionable, and people will love it. Black women on television are expected to be role models, to “represent” the race in a positive light. Black women on television are allowed to be heroes, but not in a way that threatens whiteness. They are allowed to be strong, but not overpowering; smart, but not arrogant. They’re expected to be independent but also team players.
At the forefront of How To Get Away With Murder is Annalise Keating (Davis, whose performance is unquestionably the best part of this pilot). Annalise, much like Olivia Pope, flies in the face of all that bullshit. She’s a tough-as-nails criminal defense attorney and law professor whose students, rightfully, both fear and admire her. She cheats in court and cheats on her husband with a hunky detective. She’s a real human woman with real human flaws.
“I want to be her,” Michaela Pratt (Aja Naomi King) says when Annalise and her team literally slow-motion strut out of court after winning yet another case. Annalise certainly isn’t “likable,” but that’s because the characters of How To Get Away With Murder transcend the silly likable/unlikeable dichotomy. And at the end of the day, you do want to be her. Not because she fits the mold as your typical “role model.” But because she’s awesome. And characters of color don’t usually get to be awesome. They’re often too tied up in tokenizing goals on the writers’ parts or racist expectations from viewers or respectability policing from both sides of this equation to just be. Let alone just be awesome.