Thursday, November 29, 2018

Speaking of Style and Class. . .

Okay, I admit it.  This is one Orthodox Jewish woman who is crazy about Fran Drescher's The Nanny.  I know it's not politically correct - a Jewish girl who eats bacon, shrimp and lobster while pining away for her non-Jewish boss Mr. Sheffield.


Maybe it's the Yiddish, or the love Fran the Nanny showers on her charges.  Maybe it's Niles and his hilarious battle to the near-death with Miss Babcock.  I don't know.  I can't explain it or justify it.  In practice, she's not a terribly "good" Jew.  And her "mather" - oy vey.  She deserves a whole other post.


I guess what I really love about the show is the innocence of the 1990s.  There was plenty of fakatah nonsense going on then; Reagan and Iran-Contra for example.  But I have fond memories of those days and The Nanny exemplifies the height that Jews as Jews had reached on television.  Fran was never ashamed of being a Jew, never had to explain her love of her people or justify Israel. 


I miss that.  I miss not having to explain how my people aren't Nazis and why we deserve a home of our own.  Thank you Fran.  To me, the Nanny, or Franny, certainly had style and class.  And a lot of love.