Grace And Frankie And My Journey To Emotional Stability
I’ve reached an impressive and all together foreign state of emotional stability watching Netflix’s Grace and Frankie.
It may seem odd that I would find inner peace through 13 episodes of semi-impressive television. But I relate so intimately to Grace (Jane Fonda) and Frankie (Lily Tomlin), two drastically different women whose husbands divorced them to marry each other. These women (to cruelly reduce them to a few adjectives) are retired, grieving, and trudging through a code-red, Level 9 life crisis.
But then again, Grace and Frankie are two people carving out their own definition of womanhood, trying to repair broken hearts, looking for love, getting excited about dates, experiencing the rollercoaster ride of living with your best friend, solving roomie misunderstandings (the real lover’s quarrel), committing what would seem to be scientifically impossible catastrophes in the kitchen while trying to cook dinner, and debating how early is too early to pull the vodka out of the freezer. (Of course, here we do differ slightly: I’m more of a spearmint tea kinda gal, bien sûr.)