So I haven't written in this for a great many months, clearly defying the first of my many important rules. I would make excuses, but that seems like a great deal of effort that I'd rather spend pretending that I've been doing a bang-up job at this 'blogging' nonsense and carrying on about my business. Seeing as how you're all eager and gleeful followers, I know you won't mind. (You're all super gracious too. And pretty.) I'm going to spend some time talking about "Girls," because that's what everyone else in TV land has been doing, and I'm nothing if not a slave to trends. (Crocs, snuggies, irony. I have been helpless in the face of their respective siren songs.)
I started hearing a lot about "Girls" around a month ago, and I got very excited for a very silly reason. See, I heard that the show was going to be about four twenty-something ladies living in Brooklyn, being piss-pot poor, and mostly put-upon. Best of all, it was going to be written, directed, and staring Lena Dunham, a real-life 25 year-old with a distinct (hilarious) voice and something to say, dammit.
"At long last!" I cried to my 14 Tumblr followers, "This is will be a show about MY LIFE by someone who GETS IT."
Minor spoilers under the cut for the first three episodes of "Girls."
