Was “The Golden Girls” actually cutting-edge feminist television in the form of a sitcom about four aging women? It’s hard for me to jump on that bandwagon when the four women in question represented distinct stereotypes: The Slut (Blanche), The Rube (Rose), The Hard Ass (Dorothy), and The Old Lady (Sophia). Granted, there were episodes revolving around 80s hot topics, such as when Rose thought she had AIDS. But wasn’t that just a bit silly? And didn’t it get preachy when Blanche “explained” to Rose that AIDS does not discriminate, and even a dipshit rube can contract it?
All of that aside, “The Golden Girls” was much more empowering when it was subtle. If Dorothy wants a piece of cheesecake at 2am, by God, she will have it. Not everything has to be about sex, or relationships, or death. When I think of how “The Golden Girls” fits into my life, I think of pastels, oversized double knits, and sassy retorts. For me, that’s enough “feminism” because I’m a slut, a rube, a hard ass, and an old lady – all in one. Aren’t we all?