My husband came to me and asked, “Have you seen Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt?”
“No. Why? Is it any good?”
“Oh, man! YOU have to see it. It’s uncanny!” He continued, “It’s about this girl who escapes a cult and decides to take on New York City with her positive, can-do attitude…”
Then he raised his eyebrows and did this slooow nod, like, You know what I’m saying. Ha. Ha.
You see, Kimmy Schmidt and I have quite a bit in common, which my husband finds hilarious. So, I decided to watch this Netflix show just to prove that we aren’t that alike.
Here’s what I noticed…
5 Ways That I Am Like Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
- Let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way. We both have red hair, freckles, and are annoyingly positive. The little stuff excites us! (You’re offering jalapeños for my nachos? For FREE?! I just peed myself!!!) We also share an incredibly fun sense of fashion! (Purple and pink plaid…with ruffles? Sold!)
- We are both meddlers, but only when it will make someone’s life BETTER! (You’re sad because your husband might forget your birthday? Allow me to remind him! You don’t know if anyone will come to your party? I’m GREAT at “gently” nudging others toward the right decision!”) Both of us also struggle to understand that people view this as “meddling” and not helping…
- She was in a cult for 15 years. I was raised in a…non-traditional/non-denominational church for 17 years. Kimmy and I were able to leave our “interesting life experiences” and both harbored a burning desire to head to New York City to really live life! Kimmy with her purple JanSport backpack and me with my red JanSport backpack. Onward, to a new adventure!
- Kimmy and Mo are fighters! We are happy and kind, but if you back us into a corner we come out swinging…especially if we’re fighting for the rights of others. (Fairness matters! Feelings matter!) We can’t be broken by popular opinion or browbeating. Right is right and wrong is wrong. You can effect our circumstances and experiences, but you can’t affect our thoughts and spirits. Take that!
- We have a similar strategy for dealing with impossible things.
Kimmy: “You can withstand anything for 10 seconds, no matter how unbearable. You just count from 1 to 10 and when you get to 10….start back at 1!”
Mo: “Today may be unbearable and overwhelming, and I may not feel like I’m capable of getting through it. BUT, if I put my head down and just start moving; one thing at a time, one moment at a time…before I know it, the day will be over and I’ll have made it! Plus, tomorrow’s a new day! I might wake up and feel differently about all of this!”
Okay. I’m starting to see my husband’s point. There are some pretty big similarities between us. However, not everything about us is the same!
5 Ways That I Am NOT Like Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
- I am not a “mole woman” and I have never been kidnapped! That’s a pretty huge distinction. I never became famous for escaping a weird church and don’t have to dodge a silly nickname. (I mean, I did leave a weird church and get the nickname Moxy Fruitcake, but that’s a cool nickname, so…)
- I never actually made it to New York City. The closest I came was auditioning for SUNY at Purchase, NY. One weekend there and I knew I wasn’t meant for the big city. It is really fun to watch Kimmy live what could have been my life, but with less dancing. Much. Less. Dancing.
- I never had a fabulous, gay roommate! I did have a roommate that had tried some stuff out, but that was well before I moved in. And, really, who can compare to Titus?
- I finished High School! Technically, so does she after a few episodes, but I finished first. So, it feels like this should count as a difference.
- I am capable of operating basic appliances. And phones. And iPods. With help…but none of it is new and surprising to me, so….ha!
Well, that was an interesting breakdown. Who lives their life thinking, “This would make a really funny and inspiring television show?!” And yet, here we are. Do you have a TV or movie doppelgänger? If so, I’d love to hear about it! Maybe we can start a club or support group or something?
In the meantime, “One. Two. Three. Four. Five…”