I cannot easily remember a national treasure that has inspired a larger outpouring of eulogies, memories, and declarations than the passing of Dolly Parton. Personally, after hearing the news, I unplugged and had a day listening to the music, and — of course — watching the 1980 blockbuster 9 to 5 (which was only outsold by The Empire Strikes Back).

The madcap comedy starring Dolly, Jane Fonda, and Lily Tomlin gave voice to all the girls in the typing pool, the women of what Tomlin calls “the pink-collar ghetto,” where they are underpaid, overworked, sexually harassed, insulted, demeaned, overlooked, unrecognized, micromanaged, surveilled for any hint of dissent — or even complaint — and — of course — stolen from, by shitty bosses who get ahead by taking credit for somebody else’s work and ideas. And all while they are beset by dumb exes, family responsibilities, and comprador middle-management secretarial tyrant traitors to working women — right in their own office.

After elaborate fantasies of revenge, the three ladies — by a comedy of errors set off by sheer exhaustion and frustration — end up kidnapping their boss and imprisoning him in his own home. In his absence, they decide to run the company “on his behalf,” equal pay is instituted, and we see women of color and disabled people in the office (and even men!). The dress code is relaxed; the unfairly fired are rehired; a daycare is formed; flex and part-time hours are introduced. It’s a full-fledged office takeover (and there’s a happy ending too).