It’s Not About Anna Delvey
…It’s about the women around her
My poor husband suffered a week of me binge watching Inventing Anna on Netflix.
“She’s ripped off a week of our evenings!” he fumed.
I didn’t care about Anna.
I cared about the journalist Vivian getting her story done before she went into labor.
I cared about Neff finding the gumption to make her own damn movie. I worried about Neff’s allegiance to her friend.
I was torn about Rachel, but I wanted her to get her money back.
And, I secretly wish I had my own Kacy, indifferent to anything but her own truth and willing to help others become their best selves.
My husband groaned “I thought it was supposed to be a mini series. Won’t it ever end?”
The world spins on female friendships.
And yeah, the series spins a lot on what it means for a woman to be successful in a male dominated world.
Anna goes to extreme, immoral measures to gain power. But much of the power she has hinges on her relationships with other women. She grows in authority (in part) by manipulating the integrity of the women who have her back.
It was in equal measures fascinating and frustrating to watch.
And yeah, I’m glad to have my evenings back too.
But also, I feel a weird solidarity with the ambitions of all the female characters: I’m vested in their success, because my plights (minus the banks accounts and fancy apartments) are mirrored in theirs.
So go ahead, make your partners suffer with you. It’s worth it.
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