What I hate about the internet/world these days is that I’m supposed to be aware of all of this irony taking place around me, and really, it’s just another bullshit filter on top of your base instinct. Like, I love Gin Blossoms’ “Hey Jealousy” genuinely, but I am aware of the irony with which I should present that fact to new friends/people who don’t get it (or get it too much or whatever).
That being said, I know as a working white single female living in New York City, I’m supposed to rise up and hate the HBO show “Girls” and be mad that they don’t have any black friends and think it’s absurd that Hannah ate a cupcake in the bathtub while her roommate shaved her legs because that would portray me as some kind of self-aware female or whatever, but IDGAF. I really like that show, man. And I’d like to like it without pause, internet, so please just let me do that. I like it because it makes me laugh and it’s well-written and on the eve eve eve eve eve of turning 29, it’s a reminder that as a millennial American, your 20s are honestly the biggest spoonful of shitfuckery on the planet. Reaching 30 is a battle scar. I haven’t dealt with a dude like Adam in a minute, and LORD HEAR MY PRAYER, I’m not going back to that kind of tomfoolery ever again. Like that gynie said on Ep. 2, you couldn’t pay me enough to be 24 again.
Godspeed, girls and “Girls.” Happy about your second season.
