As a Young Black Girl, I Needed Cinderella to Look Like Me
Looking back, it seems a miracle the film exists at all. Even if onscreen representation for black women has improved, it hasn’t done so without years of casting us as fat, loud, angry, bossy characters first -- a stereotype that persists today. As Hollywood continues to tell black women that our very existence is too much, Brandy is a beacon from the past, reminding us that there is more than one way to exist and be validated. She’s long-standing proof that representation matters.
The Mindy Project Leaves Behind Far More Than a Happy Ending
A giant congratulations is due to Mindy Lahiri, the fictional doctor in way-too-colorful scrubs who wants nothing more than a sweeping score (and, fine, a huge rock) to mark her happy ending; over the past five years she has helped to usher in stories about one of television’s most neglected audiences. She showed people that Meg Ryan isn’t the only one who gets to have meet-cutes, and that the funny brown girl who loves donuts is worthy of all kinds of romance. She introduced the American public to a new kind of girl next door. Finally.