Here's the thing about "Girls": It's the best TV show ever.
It reminds me of a
scene from season 1, episode 7: On the way to a Bushwick warehouse party (“all
of Brooklyn and two-thirds of Manhattan” were there), Jemima Kirke’s character Jessa
says "Jaded as I am, I still hold out hope that the next party will
be the best party ever."
“O.K., best party
ever," Lena Dunham's character Hannah ponders. "To me that's
like saying best gym ever or best nature documentary ever -- how good can it
really be?"
One might think the
same of a TV show. The answer, in this case, is simple: it’s really fucking
good.
And despite what many
may have assumed from the title -- the show isn't of the chick variety. I think
many men I know (at least all of them in Brooklyn and two-thirds in Manhattan)
assumed “Girls” would turn Sunday nights back into the hell that was 1998-2004
(also known as the "Sex And The City" era). It was a dark period defined by a
lot of endless stereotypes about supposed Manhattan women (everything from
unrealistically expensive clothing to equally as unbelievable relationships)
that became the fantasy for every woman who has ever lived here (disclaimer: I
could probably recite the entire six seasons in their entirety). For guys, it was a particular low point. The show magnified everything they had ever feared about New York women.
While
"Girls" is exactly the opposite of its predecessor, it's still
fascinating that guys find the show so endearing. For a long time, I thought that my guy friends didn't want to
know what girls were actually like. We don’t all look that great naked. Sex can
be alarmingly awkward. Some of us are still virgins. Some, like Jessa, are free
spirited, emotionally unavailable, and downright out of their minds. Some are
an incredibly annoying combination of uptight and gorgeous, like Marnie. Some
are quirky, vibrant, and not particularly good at smoking crack -- like
Shoshana. And some, like Hannah, are still trying to figure out who they are.
That’s just how we roll.
And that's the reason
that every self-respecting man I know watches every Sunday. Maybe it's just as refreshing
for them as it is for us ladies to watch a show about girls who look a little
something like the girls they actually know in their lives: their girlfriends,
co-workers, sisters, friends. They are complicated, kind of crazy, really
fucking hilarious, and a whole lot of fun.
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