I was late to the GIRLS party. I started watching GIRLS about three seasons in. I was unimpressed, and even annoyed at first. Despite the great dialog, thrifty sets, and costuming, I thought it was just a lazy version of Sex In The City with exaggerated dysfunction to boot. It took me three episodes in the first season to see the formula Lena Dunham had laid out for herself. It annoyed me so much that I ignored the complex relationships she was building with those predictable characters, and I ditched. I was too irked thinking that yet another rich bitch in New York got to do something cool, and totally wasted the opportunity to be self-absorbed. It took me two years to try to watch it again. Little did I know the first three seasons was just the cover of the book.
This is the magic of GIRLS.
Lena Dunham writes shows to unfold like a book. It is beautiful. She values space. She develops characters like no one else I have ever witnessed in comedies. In fact, I have only seen this kind of character development in murder mysteries. I am thrilled to say I was wrong about Lena Dunham and her crew of brilliance. She is not lazy or unaware, despite her privilege and entitled background.
I do feel that I have to give credit to the fact that Lena is not the main proprietor of how the story unfolds, since some of her follow-up synopsis’ after the shows don’t match up with the show itself sometimes. Which is fine, but she should probably watch the show before these explanations are aired. This does lead me to how I’m not totally sure who is more responsible for the final season of GIRLS between Lena Dunham, Judd Apatow, Jennifer Konner, Bruce Eric Kaplan, Lesley Arfin. I’m not sure it matters, but whomever it is, is responsible for something remarkable.
The third episode “American Bitch” seals the deal for me, so to speak. This episode speaks volumes to a subject that has been barely glanced at by mainstream media. Give these people an Emmy for that episode, please! Oh, and let an Emmy mean more than steam up some asses, please. The representation of men on this show is more valuable than any workshop, therapy session, or class on gender roles, because it is emotionally approachable for both men and women! Unheard of. Again, beautiful.
As for Season 6, Episode 6, I agree fully with this controversial opinion of The Wire. Screw The Wire. I said it, and I’m sticking to it.
So, here I sit, five years later in love with something I hated, and hating that I love it so, so much. And I can’t help but laugh at how relatable that is to the show theme. Lena Dunham, if hell ever freezes over, and you actually see this silly blog, I want to thank you. From the bottom of my heart thank you. I am a believer now, and I just ordered my first pair of shitty ice skates off Amazon.