Girls is the best. It’s the show we love to hate, but we don’t even really know why we hate it. I think it’s really that we have this thing against Lena Dunham and her nepotism. The rest of the cast we love. Love so hard cupid wanna fine me. Or maybe we hate it because no one in the show seems to actually do anything. Except Marnie. She has a real (?) job.
Anyway, we love Girls. It’s hilarious, it’s quirky, it makes jokes about crack. It fully captures the complete awkwardness of being twenty-something and broke and living somewhere you’re not sure if you fit in. It tackles the weirdness of turning a hookup into a relationship. It takes on those break ups of long-term relationships that you’re feeling trapped in. It expresses exactly what it feels like to your hometown after living somewhere else.
Since I moved to New York, a lot of my friends ask me if my life is like Sex And The City, Gossip Girl, and now Girls. The truth is: no. Because no one’s real life here is like any of those shows. I’m a writer, but I cringe when anyone calls me Carrie Bradshaw. I feel like my life is much more substantial than that. I wish my wardrobe included the fabulousness of Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf’s closets. And a Chuck Bass would be nice too.
When it comes to life mirroring Girls, it’s not that accurate either. I mean, I have a group of friends. We have awkward situations. We’ve been to weird parties. I’ve encountered strange dudes. But if you took a camera and followed me around all day you would see me be really cranky in the morning and hit my snooze five times, spend 45 minutes underground in a gross subway station, go to work, work, spend another 45 minutes on the subway, walk home, order dinner on Seamless, watch TV, shower, and go to bed.
I live the life of a normal, working twenty-something. But Girls speaks to us because it highlights the most insane parts of our lives. Basically everyday for the Girls girls is a weekend. They blow up real life situations into something worthy of television, and it tugs at our heartstrings. It’s not that we want our lives to be like that, it’s because our lives are like that in some sense.
So it’s coming back TONIGHT at 9 pm Eastern and we are so excited we could smoke crack! (But we’re totally not going to. We’re going to sit on the couch and watch and eat junk food. Don’t do crack.)
Caitlin is a graduate of the University of Alabama who has an obsession with cupcakes, coffee, and Harry Potter. She always has random fun facts and is now living and adventuring in New York City. Follow her fabulous life @caitlincorsetti. You’re welcome!