When you first started in [Brooklyn Nine-Nine], one of our friends was like, “Oh. The gay ladies have it so hot for Rosa. Like, she’s kind of a gay icon. - Yeah, somebody said that and I was like, so flattered! I was like, “Oh my god, really?”
“I love that she’s unapologetically badass. There’s no back-story trying to explain something horrible that happened to her that explains who she is. No, that’s just who she is. She just is this person; no explanation needed. Just like men—when a male character comes on screen and is a badass, you just accept it. And I’m hoping that’s what fans do with Rosa. She is who she is and she just doesn’t give a shit.”- Stephanie Beatriz on her character, Rosa Diaz, in Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Let me set the scene for you a little. First of all, the catsuit made me HYPER AWARE of my body, and hyper aware of anyone in proximity of said body. My body issues/food issues immediately reared their ugly heads and my mind started a long, silent monologue to me of every little thing I’d eaten in the past 48 hours. FUN! Mostly, I just feel WEIRD; if you haven’t had your entire body enclosed in tight cheap pleather for over 5 hours you are missing nothing! I knew the costume was a part of my job, but it’s hella strange to know that the people you work with everyday are never again going to have to ask themselves “I wonder what Stephanie’s butt ACTUALLY looks like?”
So I get to set , and immediately see Andy Samberg, who plays detective Jake Peralta on Brooklyn Nine Nine. Andy starts talking to me about the weekend, about the scene, just normal shooting-the-shit stuff. As soon as we start filming, he is utterly respectful and says not a damn thing about the costume. We joke that the set we are shooting on, a parked bus on a sound stage, is boiling hot. Andre Braugher, who plays Captain Ray Holt, joins in on our convo and then we three start laughing about something: I can’t remember what. What I do remember is how those two men made me feel. I felt utterly respected I their presence. I felt like an equal.
It dawned on me that I am super lucky. FDF’s don’t exists for everyone, and that’s a damn shame. It feels so epically good to know that the dude standing across from you respects you and wants you to know he does. And he’ll show it too! An FDF don’t mess around — he’ll make sure you KNOW how much he thinks of you as an equal. He’ll compliment you on what you say, not just how you look. He’ll listen to your ideas and thoughts, he won’t just brush you off like you don’t have anything important to voice. He won’t stare at your boobs even if they are RIGHT IN HIS FACE. Instead, he’ll stare at your face as he jokes with you about anything other than your boobs.
Women deserve to have those type of FDF’s. It’s hard enough to face a world that is constantly measuring your desirability without hearing those measurements come from the men in your life. I’m so utterly grateful for men like Andy and Andre. They always make me feel like an equal, and that’s what feminism is all about. Simply put, FDF’s treat you like you should be treated; as an equal. Even if you’re wearing a ridiculous pleather catsuit.
I remember watching ‘Colombo’ a lot with my dad. That was one of the first detective shows I remember watching. And I remember my dad turning to me - my dad loves to turn to me and explain why things are funny. He used to do that with 'Seinfeld’ all the time. He did it with 'Colombo’, too, set the scene.