Loving Zooey
The year I learned to love Zooey Deschanel (and hate myself instead).
Even though I couldn’t stand the pilot for The New Girl, I kept watching it, week after week. And since I had repeatedly derided the show, I watched every new episode in secret.
A coworker asked me to articulate what I didn’t like about Zooey Deschanel. Was it because she was inauthentic? Bad at acting? Had a shitty blog? When I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a good answer.
“You know,” this coworker said, “she seems like the kind of girl you’d like.”
This was terrifying and true.
Oddly, I thought the pilot for the New Girl was brilliant and subsequent episodes kind of meh.
