A 2017 report by Color of Change found that 91% of showrunners are white and 80% are male. When Deb began to do that – when she actually started trying to clean house at the Recording Academy and had to file her own sexual harassment complaint while so doing – she was fired. She was brought in to deal with, among other things, graft, corruption, sexism and the ongoing problem of #grammyssowhite. Take my friend Deb Dugan, the first female president and CEO of the Recording Academy. That I May Destroy You did not get one Golden Globe nod is not only wrong, it’s what is wrong with everything. ![]() But that excitement is now unfortunately tempered by my rage over Coel’s snub. I’ve never been remotely close to seeing a Golden Globe statue up close, let alone being nominated for one. Now, am I excited that Emily in Paris was nominated? Yes. It takes the complicated issue of a rape – I’m a sexual assault survivor myself – and infuses it with heart, humor, pathos and a story constructed so well, I had to watch it twice, just to understand how Coel did it. I May Destroy You was not only my favorite show of 2020. “That show,” I told everyone who would listen, “deserves to win all the awards.” Our show also aired soon after I read Caste by Isabel Wilkerson and gobbled down Michaela Coel’s I May Destroy You, a work of sheer genius about the aftermath of a rape. I could definitely see how a show about a white American selling luxury whiteness, in a pre-pandemic Paris scrubbed free of its vibrant African and Muslim communities, might rankle. Emily in Paris aired a few months after I’d spent June and July marching for racial justice through the streets of New York with my kids. I’m pregnant.”ĭid I take the criticism of the show personally? Of course. Je suis pleine.” Which does not mean, “No thanks, I’m full,” but rather, “No, thanks. As for Emily’s many faux pas? Let’s just say that during my first month in Paris, when I was a 22-year-old ingenue having dinner with my photojournalism colleagues, and one of them asked if I wanted more food, I answered, “ Non, merci. “ Le vagin n’est pas masculin?” I came up with that, too. Emily’s vaginal ring brand manifesto? Cut and pasted from the one I wrote for my marketing job. Like Emily, I’m both a former American expat who was based in Paris (as a photojournalist from 1988 to 1992), as well as a former pharmaceutical brand marketer: a gig I took after being sexually harassed out of my journalism job (by a man Trump just pardoned, but I digress) when I was a single mother trying to put two kids through college. “Best comedy series? Are you sure?” I down a spoonful of whipped cream.
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