Don’t Call My Daughter Boring
When Mindy Kaling’s book came out, I more or less wrote her a gushing love letter. Now that she has a show (with her name in the title) I’m overwhelmed. I mean, in the pilot Mindy talks to a doll at the bottom of a swimming pool while wearing teal sequins, and then gets arrested. Yes, it’s that good.
Please enjoy three of the best Mindy zingers, which you should imagine she delivers with raised eyebrows and a sigh that makes her bangs rustle.
“One time I left a flea market with a samurai sword.”
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“Oh great, we broke this model of the human pelvis.”
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“Maybe I’ll do one of those Eat, Pray, Love things…Ugh, no, I don’t want to pray. I’ll just die alone.”
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I would be extra happy if we could all decide to watch this show without remarking on Mindy’s gender, race, age, or funny female predecessors. Or, like the Onion says, Bridesmaids. Lofty goals.
