girls girls girls girls...'girls' i do adore.

so who isn’t a fan of the tv show ‘girls’?? boys maybe? Carrie Bradshaw obsessives who still believe writing a column for one magazine in New York really can pay for shelf upon shelf of Louboutins, fancy pants breakfasts with the girls and racks of couture chanel suitable only for walking the dog… or maybe people who just haven’t seen it yet. so for those folk...



i don’t know what it is that makes it so good, but theres something. or some things shall i say. its the rawness of it all. the straight up and down rawness. the swearing, the crudeness, the early on touches on STI’s, abortions and golden showers, the mugging marnie gets at the gig (SO DEEEEEEP) and the feeling that you can almost smell Adam’s musty scent when he’s sat around in his scabby boxers watching porn… yeah. gross. but most noticeably, its Lena Dunham, the creative genius behind it all, who seems to have grasped the nearly tangible realness behind how girls think, act and say things off the cuff, the complicated friendships that sometimes seem fucked up but you accept those parts of your mates’ personalities regardless and just the plain funkiness of relationships (not so much the exploitative, verging on violating, but kind of funny, role play, sofa sex scene Hannah has with Adam) but she grasps it nonetheless.

i wouldn’t even go as far as to say that i relate to one of the girls or that my best friend is just a mirror image of another of the girls. its not about the ‘sex and the city’ type comparisons and the ‘oh em geeeee, that was just such a Shoshanna thing to say’. its just that every episode seemed to touch a nerve, bring back a memory or made me revisit a feeling that i’ve experienced before…be it the back and forth or ‘grass is greener’ drama of Marnie and Charlie’s relationship, the make up or break up sex that you genuinely thought could change things or remembering a crazy night you’ve had with friends probably involving loads of booze, some randoms you’ve met at a house party and an open mind to see where the night may take you all (ok that sounds a tad dodge and like a nightmare night if read wrong) but you catch my drift.

i’m not touching any new ground here, i realise that. and i say i don’t make comparisons to the characters but i guess in some aspects i do. but i just thoroughly enjoyed the whole series. in the space of 10 episodes i went from finding Shoshanna ridiculously irritating to then experiencing an overwhelming feeling of endearment and empathy towards her, from being in awe of “face like Brigitte Bardot but with an ass like Rihanna” Jessa to then realising that she is just extremely fucked up and to feeling elated when Marnie goes nuts at the end in the season fianle and has the cake fight with the fat guy, finally unravelling from her uptightness and letting her prim and proper hair down.

(not the physical act of letting her hair down though cos that crimped, perm look she had going on in the last episode was NOT the one)

so i’m looking forward to the next series. i’m looking forward to watching it on my own with no girly sleepovers, face masks and nail painting, talking to my mates about it the next day and cringing with embarrassment at something i never thought could be shown on tv… but loving the fact that it was.