You’re Marnies, all of you.
God, I mean, I hope so. Although the British one who is awful is my favorite. Oh, who am I kidding? They’re all awful! Even Marnie who seems like the only one able to hold down a job breaks up with her boyfriend in part because she hates that he shaved his head to support a co-worker with cancer. Really. Really, these people are really awful.
So, yes. I am watching the show. I cannot help it. It is impossible not to watch something people talk about every week, and also, I like the guy who hates all of them. I feel a genuine kinship with him.
But! I feel, in general, that I am watching the show a bit the way I would watch the death drivers of the Riviera plunge to their doom as they raced their roadsters off the cliffs. This is not a real thing, incidentally. That is not a thing people do. But if they did, maybe you would watch them. I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a metaphor for life itself.
What I’m saying is – everyone in Girls is terrible, to my mind, but they’re also very hard to stop watching.