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“I don’t mean to freak you out…but I think I may be the voice of my generation. Or at least a voice. Of a generation.” Though Hannah Horvath of the HBO comedy series Girls is definitely not meant to be taken seriously with that narcissistic line, the show she is the center of is nothing but a spot-on depiction of young adult millennials.
If you haven’t watched this show before, then please change that. Our generation has not seen a realer show than this one. The characters don’t have their lives together at all, they’re messy, lost, and a little hopeless, but always alongside their iPhones of course.
There’s Hannah, the aspiring writer who cannot hold “any and all paying jobs” even after receiving a college degree, and is informed in the pilot episode by her parents that they can no longer support her “groovy lifestyle” in New York City. Hannah does not have the body of a model at all, but she can still be found dancing Wednesday nights in see-though mesh tops like we all wish we could.
Next there’s gorgeous Marnie, who does little else besides whine about her ex and creep on his new girlfriend on Facebook, just like the girls we all sort of know in real life. Their friend Jessa is a British hipster who never stays anywhere too long, and her college-student cousin Shoshanna is a hyper Sex and the City-loving girl who abuses sock buns and the phrase ‘oh-em-gee’.
All these characters are ever-changing and complex people, but in a way we can find pieces of ourselves and our friends in every one of them. Girls is insane, provocative, and even when tackling issues such as HIV, abortion, and death, somehow writer and creator (and Hannah’s actress) Lena Dunham gets you laughing every episode. Strange things will happen, such as Hannah getting a Q-tip stuck in her ear for an entire episode (we’ve all wondered if that can happen, right?) , and in another, she needs to help her naked dad walk out of the bathroom after a shower-sex injury. It can be weird, awkward, and downright gross sometimes, but the realism of this show is what makes it great because that’s what life really feels like.
We are all Marnies, Shoshannas, Hannahs and Jessas. We’re all a little scared of the real world, teetering on the edge of immaturity and adulthood. We all know what Marnie is talking about when she explains, “The totem of chat… Facebook is the lowest, followed by G-chat, then texting, then email, then phone; face-to-face is of course ideal, but it’s not of this time.” Many of us spend heaps to attend university only to maybe end up working at a coffee shop. We get dirty pictures not in magazines, but from each other on our phones, and hookup with friends only to act like nothing happened. We stay on the family plan well into our twenties, can be a little self-indulgent, and though we may be broke, we still have those big dreams. We are a crazy generation. It only makes sense to have a crazy show. Girls is currently on it’s third season on HBO. You can catch up on it on Netflix!