Some other great jokes from this Sex and the City alum include two young girls gawking in horror at Liza’s pubic hair (“That looks like my Mom’s vagina!”) and basically shaming her into waxing for her new, younger guy; and a woman spontaneously taking off her shirt during an outdoor lunch in New York City in order to tweet a topless selfie for #ToplessTuesday… which then leads to a topless-centric Joyce Carol Oates Twitter campaign. Subsequent episodes (I watched four) do get slightly better, especially as they begin to focus on Liza’s new romance (and her insecurity about it) and introduce Kelsey’s workplace dilemma (her flirtation with an author whose book she’s releasing). But Younger, while marginally better than the vast majority of TV Land’s offerings, especially because it shows the network is actively trying to skew “younger” and step away from multi-cams centered on once-famous actresses, doesn’t ever quite become great.
Of course, it’s too early to say that Foster is doomed — one very good short-lived show and one mediocre sitcom that may very well last a few seasons certainly doesn’t add up to a curse — but it’s fair to say that her transition to television has been rocky. She fit in well on Bunheads by standing out (and since the show was about dance, it was a natural segue from Broadway), but Younger isn’t a sitcom that showcases Foster’s talents as well it could. She does her best, remaining charming and enthusiastic with a script that is lifeless and tame (but believes it’s edgy), and her performance is the one reason to keep tuning in. But with her talents, and with Bunheads still so fresh in fans’ minds, I’d rather see Foster find a better-written show than get stuck on TV Land for a few years.