A few months ago I was lamenting the fact that I’d watched all of Season 2 of Orange Is the New Black, plus neither The Bachelor nor The Voice was back on yet (yes, my TV watching tastes run from excellent to terrible, and I’m not ashamed), when my mother recommended a show she’d been loving: Call the Midwife.
I was admittedly skeptical. The show is about – spoiler! – midwifes working in the poverty-stricken East End of London in the 1950s. I was not at all sure this was my bag.
But I decided to try a few episodes. And you know what? It’s WONDERFUL. It’s smart and well-written, and has a nice little feminist bent to it. The writers and actors adeptly, and with a very light touch, handle loaded issues like whether mothers should work outside the home (Work/life balance! An issue people stressed about even in 1954!), unwanted pregnancy and whether a woman should have the right to choose to terminate, and even domestic abuse. It never feels false or heavy-handed.
I am almost all the way through Season 3 and I am going to be very sad indeed when I’ve finished.
Need something great to watch? Go check out Call the Midwife. Seasons 1-3 are available to stream on Netflix, and Season 4 premieres on PBS later this month! Yay!