I love Girls. I think it’s amazing and witty and relatable. I don’t completely understand why the show has become so controversial—I guess part of it is that Millenials are a little annoying and whiny, but Gen X’ers are overly sardonic and baby boomers need to fucking retire so I can get a job. Let us have our thing, even if it’s a little pathetic. And I certainly wish that diversity was more present both in life and on television, but I don’t think that Girls is alone in this pitfall; I don’t know quite why the show has taken the brunt of the criticism for it.
I watched Tiny Furniture this weekend and similarly enjoyed it. I sort of think Lena Dunham is the coolest. (Also, I of course simultaneously loathe her for being a huge success by the age of twenty-six. My own twenty-sixth birthday is in a few days and I haven’t accomplished much.)
Anyway, this New York Magazine article on the show is great and my heart is sort of broken that there are only two more episodes in the season.
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