While women-driven shows like Broad City shamelessly reveal what female-identifying people do behind closed doors, it’s easy to forget about intersectional feminism in the midst of our excitement. The nighttime regimens and morning practices of black women are seldom shown on the big or small screen, so the inaugural episode of Atlanta is something particularly noteworthy. It’s one of the few and far between instances of a black woman going through the motions of her daily routine with an audience before her to glean new levels of awareness from her every move.
Entering from stage left: a svelte, 5’2’’ young woman resplendent with the archetypal accouterments of a Southern Belle: “Denise, welcome back. How was your summer? I just worked my little tail off interning in daddy’s chambers. Have you ever spent a summer in Richmond? You can fry an egg on a Jaguar!”
With a white collared shirt worn under a canary yellow v-neck sweater, snug blue jeans, and brown-rim coke bottle glasses, we have the trappings of one book-loving anthropomorphic aardvark: Arthur Read.