I can’t tell you how much I wanted to dislike Whitney. Despise, even. Between the cornball teasers for the series and the infuriating posters that assaulted my eyes at every turn in New York City (they might as well have just read: “Women: Aren’t those shrews the worst?!”), I figured I was poised to hate the premiere. Based on the marketing, it seemed like the series would be dated, desperate, and insulting to every fiber of my female being.
And what do you know? It was dated, desperate, and insulting to every fiber of my female being. As my colleague Stephan Lee noted, there was a joke about Kegels, which would have been risqué if it was 1998 and the show was called Will & Grace; a long, extended scene in which Cummings wore nothing but a naughty nurse outfit seemingly in an effort to scream at viewers, funny can be sexy! Right? Right?!; and the notion that there are women out there who are actually like wedding-obsessed lucky-in-love Lily (Zoe Lister-Jones) and sad, bitter, lonely, hates-lipstick-more-than-men Roxanne (Rhea Sheehorn). And yet… I laughed.
I can’t explain it, PopWatchers. Perhaps it was Chris D’Elia’s contagious charm, or maybe my own concussion a few weeks back (oh, booze — why can’t you keep me standing up?) has jiggled things around in my brain, but I laughed. I just couldn’t help it: As soon as Whitney, knee socks-deep in role play, told boyfriend Alex that he needed to actually fill out medical forms during her naughty doctor act, I found myself giggling as hard as the contrived live studio audience. Sure, Whitney might not be a well-developed main character, and most of the gags only invite eye rolls, but is it possible the show was… actually funny? No, probably not, but I’m really hoping the series improves — if only to help justify my own behavior watching the show last night.
Which leads me to my question for you guys, PopWatchers: Have you ever found yourself inexplicably enjoying something you should hate? I’m about to admit something extremely embarrassing: When I went to watch From Justin to Kelly… in theaters… with my mom, I walked out of the theaters giddy with how much I took delight in something so patently awful. And just so you don’t judge me, let me say here that my favorite movie is All About Eve.
Now, head to the comments — I can already tell I should buckle my seat belt for a bumpy ride.
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