The first season of Girls, in my opinion, was real, refreshing, and revolutionary. I remember watching every episode on bated breath thinking to myself, “she’s not going to go there…. no way she will go there… omg she went there”. I loved everything about the show. I loved the characters, I loved the confidence, I loved recognizing those moments of weaknesses that we all can relate to.
I remained loyal. Every sunday night, for 30 minutes I shut the world out and eased into my week with another episode of Girls. After a few seasons, the content got stale, or maybe it was my attention span. I wanna say the characters evolved, but in a sense they did and they didn’t. I still loved to watch the sights and sounds of NYC, but I suffered through unfitting storylines but I was ready to toss the remote.
But since this is the final season, I knew I had to get back on the stream. FUCK. It’s so good. Everything. There are like these moments of complete evolution and narcissism. There are moments I want to cry but start laughing with tears rolling down my face.
And lets give Lena Dunham credit, lets give her a lot of fucking credit and praise. For simply not giving into that Hollywood bullshit – she has remained true to herself and her writing.
And this not taking shit for this…