This post is about the show Girls, but the title is very problematic. The author is not dealing with the racial polemics that have been raised with regards to this program, rather she reiterates the very problem with no self-awareness of the racial attitudes embedded in her statement.
I am in an abusive relationship.
It’s with Girls.
On paper, Girls and I are perfect for each other. People whose opinions I trust rave about it. It wins awards. I worship everything else that Judd Apatow has touched. I constantly find myself in awkward situations. And, just like the characters, I spent my 20s scraping by in Brooklyn.
Girls should be my jam.
But, its not.
If we’re being truthy, I can barely stand to watch it. The characters alternately infuriate and repulse me. I want to smack all four of them upside the head, show them what a flattering outfit looks like, teach them some basic manners and courtesy, and then put them on a train out of my beloved Brooklyn because, even more than the mustachioed mandolin-toting hipsters who flooded my hood and drove up my rent, they do not deserve to be there. And…
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