I nodded knowingly when I spotted up-and-coming actors in tiny, one-time walk-ons, like Henry Winkler as a colleague of Rhoda’s who had just been fired or Craig T. I felt a lump in my throat during the episode when Mary has to work Christmas Eve, the first one ever spent away from her family, and then Lou, Murray, and Ted surprise her at the episode’s end by bursting into the newsroom near midnight to ring in the holiday with her. I thrilled at the first appearance of Betty White as Sue Ann Nivens (in the now classic episode where Phyllis confronts her about having an affair with her husband, Lars). This time around, I watched it at a safe remove from my own life and embraced the dose of nostalgia it offered. (My first writing job was for an insurance trade magazine, but two decades later I ended up at the New York Times.) And, like Mary, I yearned to one day move out of a one-room apartment and be able to sleep in a real bed.
MYARY TYLER MOORE PROFESSIONAL
I recognized the professional struggles of journalists working at a low-rated, low-budget TV station but dreaming about one day making it to the big time. In the early morning hours, perhaps still a little drunk, I switched on the TV within minutes of returning to my walk-up and empathized with Mary and Rhoda as they went on date after date, coming back with hilariously awful stories but remaining largely unattached. And, like Mary, I had moved to the big city without knowing more than a few people who lived here, and, like her, most of my initial friendships were forged with the people who were my new colleagues. I had moved to New York to start my career in journalism, living alone in a walk-up studio with a fold-out sofa much like Mary’s. Instead, I started watching it in the early 1980s, when a local New York TV station aired late-night reruns on the weekend. But I hadn’t really watched the show when it had first aired.
MYARY TYLER MOORE FULL
That show first aired exactly 50 years ago this month, debuting on September 19, 1970, running for seven full seasons, and winning 29 Emmy Awards during that run. But as I surfed its archives, I found a treasure trove of dimly remembered sitcoms from my youth: The Bob Newhart Show, Taxi, The Odd Couple, and, yes, The Mary Tyler Moore Show.
MYARY TYLER MOORE SERIES
America, the series about the fight over the ERA starting Cate Blanchett as Phyllis Schlafly. I had recently gotten the Hulu streaming service, largely because I wanted to watch Mrs. But one night about two months ago, my life was changed by someone I remembered distantly from my youth but hadn’t thought of in years: Mary Tyler Moore. I have read exactly one book from beginning to end in the past six months (a stack of unfinished books, from to The Splendid and the Vile to The Vanishing Half, sits accusingly on my nightstand), I have tried and failed to binge-watch series like Succession and Watchmen, and even the New Yorkers that come every week, usually the highlight of my Mondays, lie untouched for days before I idly flip through them. The one thing that has stayed consistent throughout this pandemic the past 184 days (and, yes, I’ve been almost obsessively counting them ever since I began self-isolating in my Manhattan apartment on March 17) is that my powers of concentration are shot.
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