One of the recent shows I saw that impressed me and inspired me to the point of no return is – The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. The title was so idiotic, when I first saw it on Amazon Prime, I quickly brushed it off. Then I saw it’s a period piece, I cemented the silent – skip! – in my mind. But the noise about the greatness of the show was too loud, and the fact that multiple seasons already secured the air time, before the first episode even aired, was the tipping point. Fuck it! Let’s watch.

And its beyond the noise. Brilliance.

The show is set in ’50’s, but the issues it covers, the misogyny, the hardship of having to be so many women to your man, to your kids, to your family, job, to the society – is eerily identifiable to today. And everyday.

The concept of brilliant woman constantly failing short, in the eyes of a society, to a mediocre man is both satisfying and infuriating to watch. It happened then. It happens now. It will always happen, until we start raising those boys differently. Its not just enough to be a man. You can’t expect adoration without having any fucking qualities. Or skills.

Skill is the main thematic of the show. A mediocre man with talent that doesn’t match his ambition, and the woman who has more talent in her pinky finger, than he in his whole body. But she’s pushing it aside, like everything else brilliant about her, for his benefit.

That sound familiar to you? Pretending you’re less so the man doesn’t feel threatened?

Husband of course feels threatened. Men feel their insignificance in their bones, even if you try to make them feel completely opposite. Midge, the wife doesn’t do anything to make him feel that way. Au contraire, her whole perfect, stylish Upper East Side life is catered towards his needs. And his ego.

When he realizes his talent doesn’t cut it, he of course blames the wife and leaves her for his secretary. To keep the theme of his lameness going on, his affair choice is as unoriginal as his stand up act. The wife is left alone to struggle, find herself, and as that often happens when a loser leaves you or you leave him – you figure out all the beauties in the world that come from struggle, freedom & power you didn’t even know you had.

She finds herself defeated and drunk in the comedy club/bar, where she spontaneously grabs a mike and unloads herself with bitter, brilliant rage of a monologue/rant.

And just that rant alone is worth seeing this show. It was such an brilliant showcase of absurdity women need to live through, handle, take on everyday basis – its so tragic and defeatist what the world puts us through, its so mindblowingly ridiculous – that it makes the fucking comedy.

Midge goes on to be more and more independent and successful, the husband realizes his own insignificance, and what he had, naturally, comes back. But she doesn’t want him back, and instead keeps going at her carrier, ranting away about everything around her she finds absurd. This show is one of the best written shows in a long long time; the monologues and the lines are absolutely chilling. Breaking Bad level of quality.

The last scene of the first season when Joel, the husband finally sees Midge perform her stand-up; the exact moment of realization how great she is and how insignificant he is – the face – that exact face when the woman, without actually doing any intentional harm, just by existing, being, doing – attracts such anger from men, and this specific man – is a social study worth of pages of War & Peace.

Watch this show. The actress, Rachel Brosnahan is such force of nature in this role (and Golden Globe to show for it), you can’t take your eyes off of her.