Sisterhood and Wisecracks

Sisterhood and wisecracks: That’s how Joanne Weintraub of Milwaukee’s Journal Sentinal describes my favorite sitcom of all times, Designing Women. (Well, maybe after Northern Exposure, which made me laugh out loud too, but for different reasons.)
I couldn’t resist tuning into parts of the Designing Women reunion show that aired tonight, and I hooted and hollered at the old clips all over again and cheered on Dixie Carter as her character launched into her clever and clipped diatribes about the nonsense that women not-so-patiently put up with, particularly from men.
Its characters talked about things real women talk about, from politics to pantyhose. There’s a clip from an episode where Mary Jo (Potts) deliberates getting implants that may be both the funniest and most honest discussion a TV character has ever had about breasts. (from Weintraub’s article)
Small-chested Mary Jo carries on about how powerful she feels with bigger (temporary) breasts. If she were a “D,” she muses, she’d probably punch someone out. And her descriptions of how differently men treat her and her bigger breasts are as hilarious as they are unfortunately realistically accurate.
I think I’ve seen every episode more than twice since they started airing in 1986 and moved into re-runs in the early 90s. The characters are feisty and fallible, smart and sexy. They are not girls. They are women. They like themselves, they like each other, they like men, and they like to laugh at their own human foibles.
Hot, sexy, strong, femine, feminist W-O-M-E-N.

One thought on “Sisterhood and Wisecracks

  1. Oh, how I miss my “girls.” They taught me I could be feminist and sexy, smart and funny, honest and self-loved. I remember that episode on your link with fondness. My mother watched that one with me, one of the last times we sat together and watched anything. She couldn’t talk (from a storke) but laughed outloud, swooned over the filtered scene, over their southern belle costumes, over the male southern writer voice over, narrating a passage.
    I miss my “girls.” This makes me want to get cable.

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