Despite that HBO’s Girls didn’t show up on my radar until about a week ago, I was unnaturally obsessed all day Sunday. It took about twenty seconds to realize why.
I wanted to hate it.
From the HBO website:
Created by and starring Lena Dunham (“Tiny Furniture”), the show is a comic look at the assorted humiliations and rare triumphs of a group of girls in their early 20s.
Hateable, right? And even worse than that, boring. But shows are hard to sum up in a sentence and it was getting crazy good reviews. Plus, it’s Judd Apatow, which speaks for itself.
I supposed now is the time to insert a spoiler alert. Since every line has already been quoted in a sea of reviews, I doubt there is much left to spoil. But, for the sake of playing fair…
You’ve heard about penniless Hannah, her awful boyfriend, the reasonable roommate, the British one and the insecure one. You’ve heard about the pedigree of the actresses. But I haven’t heard one word about the parents.
Because I’m as egocentric as the show, the scene I found to be the gem of the episode was near the end, when Hannah went back to her parents with a new scheme for getting their financial support. The mother got annoyed, the father tried to mediate the situation, and an inebriated Hannah mumbled gibberish until she fell off her chair.
Finally, her mother lost it.
I want a lake house. I work hard. I want to sit by a fucking lake.
Insert, a decent night’s sleep. Insert, a clean kitchen. Insert, Why did you say you didn’t have any homework last night when you knew you had a math test today.
Insert anything that you think your kid should already be able to do, and the rewards you should be able to reap from it, but they can’t and you can’t because either they’re not ready to function without you on that level or you didn’t teach them how.
Hannah’s parents are worn out. They want a lake house. They deserve a lake house, but they can’t get it because their 24-year-old daughter doesn’t know how to support herself. Which, on some level, is their fault.
Did I hate it? Kind of. I could pick it apart and needle every element that I hated, but I think I was supposed to hate it.
Meaning, of course, that I’ll probably watch it again.