By now you’ve probably heard the premise of Faking It: Two best friends pretend to be lesbians in order to gain popularity at their ultra-tolerant high school. And based on that premise alone, you may already feel offended. Fair enough, since the concept of pretending to be an oppressed minority in order to access some supposed societal advantage has given us some of our worst cultural artifacts (apparently I Pronounce You Chuck and Larry is the most heinous offender in this category). It’s also just sort of dizzying to contemplate that in 2014, in the wake of an epidemic of gay teen suicides, this show doesn’t feel completely outrageous.
More than anything else, that speaks to the tolerance divide in this country, which is nearly as stratified as wealth. And we’ve yet to see a show capture the surreal experience of navigating this world of evolving values. Combine these sensitive cultural issues with high school drama and you could end up with either a saccharine mess (latter days Glee) or a black-hearted satire (Heathers) but Faking It is neither. It’s so of the moment that it might actually be a little before “the moment.” It’s like a sriracha donut; sweet and spicy combined in a way unlike anything we’ve ever seen.
walk into the club like wait nevermind can we go home
The Race to Sixteen Wins
→ Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014
The only thing that’s going to get me through finishing this last essay is my comfy work station.
being a boston sports fan is hard