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Watching the relentlessly cheery, reflexively funny, fabulously fashionable Miriam “Midge” Maisel organize everyone’s life during the early moments of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” I started to sense a certain obsessive-compulsive pathology behind all the ruthless domestic efficiency.
“How would you describe her?” I asked out loud, meaning psychologically.
“Not…