By: dykeling

As soon as Jacqueline said that stuff about “Where is the audience? This story has the potential to be really powerful,” I immediately thought, “Oh, they’re hinting that she’s a survivor.” Because that’s so familiar to me, the sudden intense caring about how a certain thing is presented, how it’s talked about, and that need to do more, fix more. And I thought for sure they were going to leave it at hints. When Jacqueline showed up in Central Park I was all on the edge of my seat like, “but she has to take them, right? She is?” and she did and I WEPT I FUCKING CRIED SO MUCH I CRIED LIKE I HAVE NEVER CRIED IN FRONT OF A TV SHOW

And it makes sense, it all makes sense, her compassion to her young female writers, her initial line about the difficulty of understanding someone else’s trauma. And then in the interview, how she’d worked hard for his professional respect, and how she didn’t realize how much weight was still on her shoulders, and how she didn’t want to end or define her career it amazed me. It AMAZED me. Because the Bold Type NAILED that shit.

And I am so grateful, because I have spent the last week being blown off by my university Title IX committee, and I spent today feeling so, so helpless. I had a pretty different experience, and yet this spoke to me in a way that no TV show has, ever. And Jacqueline was strong, Jacqueline made it, Jacqueline survived the despair and frustration and she survived to make a real fucking difference, on a big scale and on a small one. I feel the way about her the way I felt about Hillary Clinton last year: if she can be strong — if she, too, can serve — then so can I. But Jacqueline got to win.

So grateful for Autostraddle, so grateful for this show

*sniffle*