What a national treasure she was. Last week, Lucille Ball turned 100.
Or she would’ve, had she not been passed away. But her memory serves us well in a time where we need more female comedians who aren’t tripping over furniture or being the goofy girl — she was a force of nature, whose life in television was her life, who was pregnant on the air, then served as the archetype for female comics decades afterwards. Her real life was rife with personal issues, Ricky Ricardo was a cheating spouse, she had a tremendously successful life that came from being fearless on screen. To celebrate her birth, 900 people dressed like Lucille in her hometown of Jamestown New York, and had a giant party where they chanted ‘Vitameatavegamin’ in unison.
We’re in a time that’s getting better for women comics — they have hilariously relatable life experiences, but they’re still not represented in film and television as much as they should be.
It’s either that there’s one female character in a pack of men — but we should take some time out to pour some wine and smoke a cigarette in her memory.
We miss you Lucille Ball. You’ll live forever in television history. And in the hearts of everyone who loves comedy.
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