The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and the Quest for a Man’s Help

NO SPOILERS!

No major ones, anyway… If you have already marathoned your way through season two of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel like my mom and I did, you’ve seen the episode where, after a successful gig, Midge Maisel is told she’s not going to be paid. (Moms, I know you’re used to not getting paid, and I feel for you.)

They can’t win… until they get a man to do it for them.

Midge and her manager (also a woman) argue with the (male) club owner, who gives an excuse that no man would accept, and refuses to settle up. Even two against one, even being on the side of what’s right, even having the courage to confront a man in the 1950s, they can’t win… until they get another man to do it for them.

I said I wouldn’t give away spoilers, so I won’t go into any more detail there, but at that point I turned to my mom, exasperated, and moaned about it, because I’ve been there myself. Then my dad, passing through the living room and probably trying to be comforting, said something to the effect of, “That’s the way the world is.”

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Image via Amazon.

True. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Midge knows that. I know that. Plenty of our best female role models know that. And I know that a mindful acceptance of our current reality is a necessary part of happiness, but I don’t think that means we should necessarily accept it as our future.

It doesn’t have to be that way.

We can acknowledge a situation, accept the reality of it, not fight that that’s the way it is right now, but still imagine a better reality for the future, and take steps in that direction.

For now, for me, those steps involve talking about it. Many people aren’t listening. Many people are only listening halfway, and then filling in the blanks for themselves, distorting the message. Many people are actively fighting back. But there are others, plenty of them, who do listen, who try to understand, and sometimes those people become allies.

Is there a time when, as a last resort, you had to ask a man to do something for you? Scroll down and leave a quick comment!

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