Since I can’t travel right now, thank you Covid, I’ll let Emily take me to Paris.

And what a drama filled trip it was too. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every minute. To the point that I was screaming at the TV while watching through my fingers… it was a trainwreck. A beautifully dressed train wreck. 

Emily in Paris follows the book on girl drama comedy down to the letter T. We have the goofy sidekicks, the chic best friend, the complicated love life, the mean boss, and a whole lot of tripping over this messy thing called life. The show is reminisce of that classic we all know… ummmm.. Let me remember the name… Oh yes, Sex in the City. Which it better, since it’s made by the same creator, Darren Star. So if you loved that series and the antics that it entailed, I’m sure you’ll love Emily in Paris as well. 

But something about this show, whether it’s the beautiful styling, the setting, the chemistry between all the actors, sucked me in from the start. It’s slow going at first, and I was worried the show was headed down another Netflix B rating. The kind that they have a knack of churning out. Just trust me when I say that once you’re past episode 1, all of that is left behind. From there, it’s smooth sailing. The show needs that messy setup to understand the rest of the complicated love affair between Emily and Paris. 

In every way that I loved this show, I couldn’t help seeing some of the very not progressive moments. It has those coined scenes where underlying sage words of advice seep through, but it falls into the trap that every show before it has. The diverse best friend. The side kick gay friend. The overly mean boss b*#$. Even down to Emily’s love life. Where can I sit and feel proud, screaming you go girl? All I see is the same thing we’re fighting to end. 

And on the flip side, to placate the viewers, the very protagonist is yelling at her bosses that what they’re doing is sexist in the current climate… hmmmmm… shouldn’t you be screaming at yourself. They claim that it’s French but I don’t like such an easy excuse.

Am I a bad person if I’m still dying for a second season? 

Warning - you’ll probably want one to after that ending. Can it get any more complicated for Emily? 

In the end, this was the binge worthy show that I needed during a time when fun antics with my girlfriends aren't happening. I was transported from the same four walls I’ve been staring at into a chic world of upper end products and fashion. Where wearing makeup actually matters. Most days I’m fighting over whether I should do half my face, the part above the mask, or no makeup at all.

Happy Watching

Love Kait