I’m a Jinius

Last night Fab and I had an email convo (the best kind of convo) and we were discussing the critical state of race in our culture–specifically on the MTV show The Hills– (yeah, we’re like the Cornel West of water cooler topics)–and how the show sucks because it’s another show that features an all white cast along with Sex and the City and Friends.

All three shows were set in metropolitan cities (is that redundant?) and all three shows only featured all white casts.

How you gonna be set in Manhattan and Los Angeles and not have any colored friends?

But Friends tried to diversify the cast by adding Aisha Tyler one season but in doing so they managed to hire THE MOST UNFUNNY BLACK WOMAN ON TELEVISION. I’m sorry, I’m sure she’s very smart (think she went to an ivy) and a worthwhile actress, but she’s not a good comedian.

And then that reminded me of last month’s Vanity Fair issue on women in comedy and how the issue was very white centric with the exceptions of Wanda Sykes and Maya Rudolph.

What about Mindy Kalig? Margaret Cho? Whoopi Goldberg? Mo’nique? THE JINIUS??? How did Chelsea Handler get on that list???

I also noticed that they failed to include one of my favorite SNL female actresses…

RACHEL DRATCH.

How did “I’m Harry Pottaaa” not make the list?

Please, please, bring back Rachel Dratch. If you’re going to continue to marginalize minority comedians and promote white comedians then at least bring Rachel Dratch to the forefront. She’s not just one of the funniest women but one of the funniest people on television. Hello, remember when she played the Cat Wrangler on the pilot episode of 30 Rock? (”Do you consider yourself cat competent?”)

Putting race and gender aside, lets just focus on the comedy. Rachel Dratch is funny. And I want to see her back on television.

Happy Friday, dear readers! You must be counting down the hours until your impending happy hour.

Lushes.

You’re my kind of reader.

And while you are deciding on your game plan for this evening and your exit strategy from your one night stand tomorrow morning (beer goggles!), I am writing to you from a dark and depressing dungeon also known as my cubicle. I’m also trying to blog and work at the same time whilst also eating turkey meat loaf.

Life doesn’t get any better. Oh, it does? Then shoot me.

Let’s see, what’s been going since we’ve last…blogged? Oh, yes, the sobriety thing. I will have you know that I have not touched a drop of alcohol since Sunday (I guess anything is possible). I know it’s only been like five days but already my skin looks clearer, my pants seem looser, and my outlook on life is just brighter! What is going on??? What is this hex that sobriety has cast upon me??? Shut! It! Down!

I also finished a draft of the first act of my play.When I first read through it, I was laughing out loud to myself (Who laughs at their own jokes like a crazy person? Um, yeah, me) and I deemed it the best thing since pizza bagels. Then I re-read it the next day and thought it was the biggest piece of turd to enter my apartment. What happens in those twenty fours that manages to turn your piece of art into a piece of shit? I don’t know. I think staring at your computer screen into the wee hours manages to give you delusions of grandeur. Drats. Back to the drawing board.

Work has been…whatever. If I could list every single euphemism for getting screwed in the ass I would list them here.

But I am so excited because in a few hours (hopefully!) I will be on a train to see my friends in Boston! I will be seeing Binne and Ilana, the OG roommates. Holler!

I will try to be a good girl.

Ha!

Note to self: Excessive coffee drinking and multi tasking may lead to an inchoate blog post.

This is a preview for Tina Fey’s new movie Baby Mama. It looks hi-larious. Or she-larious as old school feminists would say.

Basically, Tina Fey’s character want to have a baby but can’t get pregnant so she hires a surrogate mother (played by Amy Poehler) who is, what you would call, white trash. Hilarity then ensues.

It is no secret that I love 30 Rock. And while the show has a great ensemble cast (Tracy Morgan you are the bomb), I have a special place in my heart for Tina Fey’s character Liz Lemon–the smart and funny writer who is clueless about men and dances to Chamillionaire and orders meatball subs with extra bread.

Swoon.

And my crush on 30 Rock escalated after last week’s episode when Liz Lemon drunk dials her co-op board after they diss her offer for an apartment.

Not that I have ever drunk dialed anyone…well, not anyone in 2008.

I can’t embed the video so click HERE to view it on Jezebel.com.