From the archives: Friday Night Feminism
Remembering what it was like to watch 'Friday Night Lights' for the first time.
Editor’s note: Throughout 2022, I’m republishing some of my favorite posts from the first 12 years of The Feminist Kitchen, which started as a Wordpress blog before moving to Substack.
This post was originally published on Dec. 20, 2013.
Back with a new post next week.
I just finished the 76th and final episode of "Friday Night Lights."
I was late to the FNL game, even though I'd heard people rave about the soundtrack, because I assumed it would be about as forgettable as "Friday Night Lights," the movie (and "Varsity Blues" and others that all seemed to come out at the same time). But one too too many endorsements from unexpected people (like a friend from Mizzou who is now fashion photographer in New York) and I've been hooked since July.
To immerse yourself in five seasons of such an emotional show takes a toll on a viewer, but now I find myself at the end with so much to say.
First, I must address the context from which I am viewing/writing: When I was a junior in high school, our football team went to the state championship. In fact, we won. I was in my first year as a reporter for my hometown newspaper, so I got to work the sidelines of all the games that year, including the State 3A title game at the football dome in St. Louis., with a Canon A-1 camera in hand. (I couldn't see the images I took until I got back to the office to develop the black and white negatives by hand. This was, quite literally, one of the last years newsroom darkrooms were in use for something other than storage.)
I was there as a student, a fan, a hometown girl and a budding journalist, but I was also an ambitious athlete myself, chasing the adrenaline rush of competition while also keeping an eye on the prize: Somewhere else.
College would get me to where I wanted to go, but I knew how to play the high school game, and both hated and loved it. I wore the quarterback's jersey to pep rallies, fighting for his attention but pretending I wasn't. I was nominated for homecoming queen but lost. Definitely lost at least two school elections and got into shenanigans with my buddies on the weekend and learned how to twist off bottle caps and snap them between my fingers like one of the guys.
At the time, my mom was pursuing her own dream of becoming a guidance counselor. As I graduated from high school, she graduated with a master's degree, which allowed her to get out of the regular classroom and adopt exactly the same tone that Coach Tami Taylor, who stars as the coach’s wife in this show, took with every one of her trouble teens.
Did I mention that my grandfather was a high school football coach?
Ed Cook was, in many ways, the opposite of Coach Taylor. I've heard relationship advice experts recommend watching "Friday Night Lights" as a kind of at-home therapy for couples struggling to figure out how to communicate and balance each other's wants and needs.
From what I understand, my grandfather didn't exactly do that.
On the good days, my grandmother enjoyed being the coach's wife, but most of the time, especially those years when he coached football and basketball back to back, or his stint as the district's athletic director, she felt more like the coach's widow.
His working so many long nights away from home while she raised their three kids was a sacrifice they all coped with in different ways. The number of state championships he brought home didn't matter; coaching was his calling, and my mom and her brothers simply got used to sharing him.
My grandpa died in 1989, "the week the wall came down," my mom will always recall, but even now, my grandmother will occasionally hear from his former players, who always have something honorable to say about Papa. (Editor’s note: Those compliments now go to my mother, who receives them regularly in her mother’s stead.)
But Gaga is not a "Friday Night Lights" fan, and I don't think she has plans to be.
I asked her about it this fall, and she said she watched the first episode, but just wasn't very interested in it. That was her polite, shielded way of saying, “too close to home."
What's this have to do with feminism?
I'll try not to give too many spoilers here, but the show deals with premarital sex and abortion in a positive and realistic light. Women young and old deny their handsome (oh my god, so handsome) suitors to chase their own dreams, and they wield great power in their families, schools and community.
The male and female characters are complex and interesting and realistically flawed. You’re not always rooting for the same character. Even though it does feel like you're on a roller coaster to soap opera land during a few seasons, I felt like I could relate to almost every relationship and story arc.
Some of those storylines took me back to the very first days I was trying to figure out what I wanted and needed and deserved out of romantic relationships and friendships and school. Some of them made me think about the small town life that would have been if I'd stayed. Some of them made me ache for fairytale endings that I could never will into reality.
But every episode made me feel something more powerful than just about any television show I can remember. There's so much chatter about “Breaking Bad” and “Mad Men” and “Walking Dead,” all excellent, transportive shows, I'm sure, but I've never been one to get much enjoyment out of drug violence or jerks or zombies.
I didn't think I'd get much out of a show about football, either.
But here I am, trying to make the case for you to watch this show and see where it takes you.
(Every episode is streaming on Netflix, and a warning, if you feel like quitting once you get into season 2, just skip ahead to season 3. If you don't hear this song and feel something in your stomach shift, you skipped too much.)
It’s interesting to look back and see how this show, in some ways, kicked off a much bigger exploration of my high school experience.
In 2021, I interviewed my classmates about how growing up in a small town in the Midwest changed the course of this lives. Those conversations aired as a 15-episode podcast called “Class Reunion: The Podcast.” The podcast went on long-term hiatus (until the next reunion?) a year ago, but check it out if you haven’t already!
Making that show was such a satisfying experience. So is writing these newsletters to you each week. I hope you continue to enjoy receiving them. Thanks especially to the paid subscribers who help me count on a certain amount of income from Substack each month. That really helps me focus my attention on writing newsletter-specific stories each week, and those are my favorite to write. Thanks also to everyone who tells a friend or forwards stories they like to their loved ones. That helps more than you know!
Until next week,
I really liked that show. It didn’t reflect my high school experience at all but I still liked it. Thanks got reminding me about it. :-)
Addie this may be my favorite article yet. I graduated high school 1965. Corpus Christi WBRay was largest graduating class in TX that year- 976 students (including Farrah Fawcett.) I dated a good looking and actually good guy football player, wore his jacket, but never learned to pay attention room to the actual sport. The social world of Friday night lights was a bit wilder than mine - yet I was very active in the church and the tensions I felt between spiritual highs and sexual desires were uncomfortably familiar when Lila in the show was dating the young preacher boy. Whew! Currently I’m watching this show with my handsome grandson who is 14 and too cute to believe! Every Thursday I pick him up after school or track or basketball practice and after getting a snack - we tune in (2nd season now) to Friday night lights and watch a couple before we eat and I take him home. I remember watching it with my husband when it first came out! Great then - even more fun now. Though awkward moments when I’m still identifying with the teenagers instead of the parents. Not to speak of now trying Not to identify with the grandmother with dementia!!! Thx for writing so realistically from your heart! AND it’s Good to know you don’t have to be a native Texan to relive high school with these characters!