Even though more opportunities for women now exist, TV comedy, like TV in general, still remains an unquestionably male-dominated field. Modern Family has been the Emmy-anointed Best Comedy on television for three years running, but only one of the 12 producers credited with last year’s victory is a woman. Fewer than half of the members of the writing staff of The Big Bang Theory are Pennys as opposed to Sheldons. According to IMDB, in the 20-plus years that The Simpsons has been on the air, only seven of its 71 episode-writing credits belong to women. Even the 30 Rock writing staff skews male but, to its credit, just barely: According to NBC, five of its 12 current writers are women.
The story of the show within the 30 Rock show reflects this reality in its usual hyperbolically humorous terms. Just look at Liz Lemon’s arc: She started out running a sketch-comedy series called The Girlie Show, which was defeminized to become TGS with Tracy Jordan and, finally, in a recent act of corporate-sponsored desperation designed to save the show from cancellation, turned into Bro Body Douche Presents the Man Cave, with Liz Lemon’s name in the credits changed to Todd Debeikis. The subtext: Sure, there’s a lot more lady business on TV these days. But ultimately, the place is still Bro-Town.
Which brings us to what may be the most important lesson and legacy of 30 Rock, at least for those looking at it as a guidepost for women in the entertainment field: the relationship between Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy. Much has been said about the fact that Fey and her writers smartly opted to avoid a romance for their two foils, even though there were occasional zaps of sexual energy between them. Others—most notably Linda Holmes at NPR—lamented the degree to which Lemon eventually turned into a completely inept pseudochild who couldn’t function without approval from Daddy Donaghy. That piece and others expressing frustration with the state of Liz Lemonism circa the latter seasons of 30 Rock prompted Emily Nussbaum of The New Yorker to leap to the defense of both Lemon and her relationship with her superior. “Liz needed Jack because her life was a mess, but their rapport wasn’t primarily based around gender: it was about the cocky powerful suits versus the smug weakling creatives, although this satire was done (for once) with a woman at the center,” she wrote.
“[Lemon] lost most battles from the start,” Nussbaum added, “because that’s the nature of network TV: compromise, compromise, compromise.”
In other words, their relationship was complicated for reasons that weren’t consistently related to gender. Jack Donaghy wasn’t always supportive of Lemon’s vision—not even close. He’s the guy, after all, responsible for taking the Girlie out of the Show. But he also, in his way, was an advocate for her, someone who forced her to see her own flaws, both personal and professional, and try to push past them, or at least examine them and reach her own conclusions about how to address them.
Many of the shows we look forward to might not be on the air if some influential and smart men hadn’t championed them. Girls, perhaps, wouldn’t exist without the support of co-executive producer Judd Apatow. Mindy Kaling would certainly have a project, but her comedy could not function week-to-week without its showrunner, Matt Warburton. There would be no Enlightened sans Mike White. And Liz Lemon as we know and love her might never have existed without the support of Lorne Michaels. To borrow the most quoted of Liz Lemon catchphrases, we all want to go to there—there being a world in which there are no gender barriers at all. But until we get to there, we have to deal with the here. That’s what Liz Lemon attempted to do for seven seasons, sometimes successfully, sometimes not, and sometimes in extremely bizarre situations that involved David Schwimmer pretending to be a manic pro-environment mascot named Greenzo.
It may be too early to determine what the lasting legacy of Liz Lemon is, especially since it’s not quite clear, prefinale, how to interpret what appears to be Liz’s decision to be a stay-at-home mom to her newly adopted twins, Terry and Janet (aka Lil Tracy and Lil Jenna)—a decision that will undoubtedly start a whole new round of Lemonalysis in the blogosphere. But these words written by Fey herself in the aforementioned Bossypants sound at least partly right to me:
My unsolicited advice to women in the workplace is this. When faced with sexism or ageism or lookism or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: “Is this person in between me and what I want to do?” If the answer is no, forget it and move on … don’t waste your energy trying to educate or change opinions. Go “Over! Under! Through!” and opinions will change organically when you’re the boss. Or they won’t. Who cares? Do your thing and don’t care if they like it.
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