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  Even with all of the almost-there-but-not-quite Ellen jokes and the most transcendent acceptance speech in the history of acceptance speeches, we still found time to sit down with the latest episode of Girls. Or least I did.  Hannah’s grandma is dying, so she eats a salad in the middle of the sidewalk. This confirms that she is the kind of pedestrian that deserves all of the pigeon shits. At her mom’s urging, Hannah shows up at the hospital. Read More
The episode begins with a cheeky shoutout to the world of Wes Anderson: a montage of Marnie preparing a spooky-yet-eleganza beachside manse for a girls-only weekend, complete with a banana-yellow title frame and chipper, and Tenenbaums-y strings in the background. It’s already clear that shit’s gonna get weird. Now settled in that strange place where quirk meets melancholy, the crew arrives. Jessa has decided to ride in the back of the bus “for political reasons. Read More
  It’s been a wild couple of weeks, what with Hannah being a dick at a funeral, lots of disappointing professional news, Caroline’s inevitable (though, I can sense, impermanent) removal from the scene, and Marnie falling into Ray’s surprisingly willing arms. Since her grand book plans are officially kaput, Hannah gets a job writing advertorials for GQ. Read More
This season, LD and her motley crew have tested the boundaries of the gals-in-the-city genre: we’ve seen elements of family drama, buddy comedy, and horror (yes, I’m still having Q-Tip nightmares). This episode, we go full-on rom-com. Where’s Shane West when you need him? (Hint: not here.) “I can like your cock and not be a whore.” I’m loath to re-open the box of shittiness that was last week’s episode, but I feel compelled to address it. After much conversation and thought, I still feel that what went down between Adam and Natalia was assault. Read More
Pictured: the face I'm making right now.  Guys, we need to talk about this episode. Real talk. Help me work this through, because whoa, Nelly, am I having trouble doing it on my own.   Shoshanna confesses her misdeeds to Ray. Kinda. “I held hands with a doorman!” she exclaims. SURE, Shosh. We’ve all held hands with a doorman, ifyaknowwhaddamean. Ray thinks it’s cute and kisses her patronizingly on the forehead. Shoshanna is still filled with angst. I think. Read More
It’s hot in the city. Tempers are flaring, milk is spoiling, and deadlines are approaching—and it appears that everything’s about to come to a head. Shosh, Ray, and Marnie discuss Jessa’s disappearance. Nobody seems to be all that worried, which is convenient, because neither am I. Marnie is wearing stupid-looking pigtails. It’s not a good look—but then again, neither is stalking mournfully off into the sunset when Shoshanna reveals that Charlie has found great success in the app industry. Read More
Fresh off her completely and totally unrealistic tryst with Patrick Wilson*, Hannah lands a book deal! It’s an e-book, which is whatever, but the deal is brokered by John Cameron Mitchell and she publicly vomits afterward. Can’t keep a good woman down. We then swoop into Capri-Panted Ewok’s Den of Iniquity, where he and Marnie are acting very, very couple-y—but not emotionally stirring, Hannah-and-Adam-in-better-times couple-y, just unselfconsciously naked in the same bed. Read More
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