Why #ImNotWithHer: Tina Fey and the Politics of the Liberal Resistance
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I’ve watched Tina Fey pummel a sheetcake into her face more times than I’d like to admit.
Rewind. Pause. Play. Oh shit, did she really just crack a light joke about Sally Hemmings, who was raped as early as 14 by Thomas Jefferson? The Sally whose descendants fought tooth and nail to be acknowledged and invited to Jefferson family reunions at Monticello? Rewind. Pause. Play. Yes; yes, she did.
I’ve spent more anguished hours watching and debating Fey’s body of work than any pop culture zombie should. I could teach a MOOC on dismantling her work that would get all the hate mail. But no matter how many “Calm down, it’s just comedy” statements have been thrown at me, I’m just not buying it — the analysis of pop culture and its deconstruction is absolutely vital in our society, and it’s why magazines like this exist.
Fey’s work has been an interesting barometer of awareness among my friends. I’ve enjoyed much of it, but enjoyment and love for something, in my opinion, never preclude criticizing it. So the last time I posted on social media about Fey’s rather racist portrayals of Asian-Americans (like Dong on Kimmy Schmidt), I was surprised to lose a friend over the ensuing discussion — a friend who didn’t believe I had the right to claim Asian as a race or that white privilege exists, but a friend nonetheless. There’s something about Tina Fey’s work that has managed to draw a pretty clear and distinctive line for me of how aware and receptive folks are of what it feels like to be a person of color soaked in pop culture racism — and I’m of the opinion that that’s because Tina Fey herself is not very aware of that feeling, and she doesn’t seem to care to listen. She’s too busy mocking the people who are actually doing something, like the Asian-American activist group named R.A.P.E. that she positions in Kimmy Schmidt as a group of hysterical, over-the-top SJWs. Gaslighting much?
First, let’s pick apart the satire element that Playboy so kindly explained to us as a mere send up of “Trump-phobic vanilla liberals with relatively pampered lives.” While Fey likely isn’t recommending that we facepalm sheetcakes every day instead of ever going to a rally, elements of the spiel like the Standing Rock shoutout and the condemnation of Trump’s “on many sides” statement point to the likelihood that many of the piece’s sentiments are indeed genuine, and thus, that the piece is a mixed bag of some satire and some honest politics. Fey is introduced as herself, not as a character, and well, wouldn’t you say she pretty much is a Trump-hating vanilla liberal with a (very) pampered life? If this is satire, some of us think it could’ve been better.