Ok, time to talk about Girls.
I've mentioned numerous times before that all-encompassing titles irk me. Titles like Girls, Modern Family, Humboldt County, etc., that seem to purport to represent an idea, a place, or an entire group of people. These titles set themselves up for failure, because there's no way they can be everything to everyone. I came to Girls with this bias already in mind, and although brief moments of the show were enjoyable and fun, for the most part I found it excruciatingly insufferable.
To adequately discuss Girls, one must first have an understanding of Tiny Furniture. Now, I kind of liked Lena Dunham's film, although I hated almost every character. It was like they were insisting that "these are REAL characters, that's why they're stupid jerks to each other all the time", but just because real people are flawed doesn't mean that's ALL they are. I have a similar problem with Girls, but we'll get to that in a second. Tiny Furniture started out funny and relatable - English major, just out of college, forced to move in with her family - it pretty quickly turned frustratingly sad. Dunham's characters, who appear to be autobiographical to some degree, are pathetic. They struggle to maintain agency over their own lives, and when they finally attempt to assert themselves, they get in their own way. It's not very much fun to watch, especially because by the end of the episode, I actually like every single character less than I did at the beginning. Except the mom, because she (Leslie Ann Baker?) was great. Seriously, they're all awful, but all of this leads to the real problem with Girls.
PRIVILEGE. Ughhhhhhhhhh this show reeks of privilege. White privilege, rich privilege, upper class city dweller privilege, legacy privilege, New-York-Is-The-Best-City-On-Earth-Ugh-Woody-Allen privilege, just all the horrible East Coasty privileges you can think of rolled into one giant rat king. And then everybody just fucking COMPLAINS for the ENTIRE show. Boo fucking hoo, your parents have been supporting your life in The Most Expensive City Ever for TWO YEARS so you could work at an internship to advance your career except you were so used to being coddled and taken care of that you didn't think about maybe using the valuable experience you've gained to try to find a PAYING JOB even if it's not in your chosen field or whatever. Sorry, let me just stop and think about the look on my parents' faces if I told them I needed them to give me $1100 a month. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, man. Good one, guys. I mean, yes, my parents have supported me and lent me money before, but, like 200 dollars to fix my car - like most people I know, they're not rich. Look, the truth is, Hannah and I have a few things in common. We're twentysomething English majors a few years out of college with an eventual goal to write for a living. The difference is I've been writing AND working for the past four years...just like everyone else. Yes, a lot of people get support from their parents these days, and yes, it's hard to find a good job, but to be so upset and surprised about being cut off from your parents like it's this great injustice is just horrendous.
