So, I am shamelessly making my way through the first season of New Girl, for the second time. Yes, I said New Girl… for the second time. And yes, shamelessly. Let’s just say for us single, later 20-something, forever temp-housing girls, Zooey Deschanel’s interpretation of life is hysterically relatable. Except for the fact that I don’t live with three guys. (Though living with males often seems it would be less complex than finding female roommates, but I don’t see that happening in my near future.)
Jess, (aka Zooey) is at this ripe, unique stage, as if to be reentering womanhood in a sense. Journeying life single after a certain age as a female can at time make you feel somewhat out of place. Still facing major questions like, “What vocation do I want to commit the next years of my life to?”, “What grad degree should I pursue?” “Should I pursue a degree?” “ “What kind of guys should I date?”, let alone asking “What kind of guy should I marry?” (call me crazy but some prospects need to be in line first), all the small questions you thought you’d never have to entertain at this age are still staring you in the face.
Questions you just don’t think about having to deal with as an “adult”, like “How can I quickly pay off student loans and still eat out?”, “How can I find single girls past the age of 25 who I could stand (and afford) to live with?” Heck, how can you find single girls past the age of 25 you can stand to enjoy coffee with? (Why do you think Jess only has one girlfriend in this show?) But thank God such rare friendships have never been more abundant in my life than now.
These are questions you just don’t anticipate dealing with as an adult.
New Girl is just that kind of show that makes me feel, hmmm, how do I say… normal? Or, makes me feel normal. Like, it’s ok to not own a home yet, work a job to bring you joy, rather than to make bank, laugh at awkward situations, make situations awkward by laughing… it’s just what some of us young people do. While I may not love every dynamic of single living that the show celebrates (because we’re talking about a TV show, not real life) I appreciate the face value it brings to the oddities of this season of life. Odd, because… well, what else can you call it really.
While I’ve never been a major TV show buff, somehow, someone was right in thinking I just might find this show freak’n hilarious (because it is.) This “stage” of life of such single females, who aren’t necessarily spending each weekday morning brunching in SoHo to rehash last night’s fling, in between writing an opinion column, is a bit overdue. Those females who’ve realized they don’t need to have everything figured out, lined up, have climbed up the ladder and have a “ring on it” by now, have more options that we would have had say, 10 or 20 years ago. So it’s nice to know I’m not the only one. Thank God I am not living in my mother’s decade (no offense Mom.) She gets what I’m saying.