“So, I went in to meet the showrunner of “90210.” The first incarnation.
We had a good meeting. We knew many folks in common. He respected my resume.
But he told me 90210 had already had a woman director that season, and it hadn’t gone well. These were the days when I didn’t say: “Are you kidding me?”
We shook hands. I didn’t get the job.
A few years later, that same producer and I happened to be at a mutual friend’s son’s Bar Mitzvah.
We shmoozed. He didn’t remember me.
But when he heard that I was a woman director, his eyes lit up. He told me that his college-aged daughter wanted to direct. Could I help her out?
This time, I spoke up. I reminded him of our first meeting. He claimed not to have remembered.
When we say: “Do it for your daughters!” We mean it.