Does anyone remember when Girls first aired? Or more specifically, the brouhaha that followed? The “Lena Dunham will rescue us” op-eds, the magazine covers, the Sex and The City-comparisons and table conversations of “I think I’m a Marnie, but I really wish I was a Jessa…”, and the way overused line about the “voice of a generation.”
Then, just as fast as it rose, the series, plagued with poor little white girl storylines, a lack of cultural diversity and female relationship undertones that, frankly, seemed like the four “besties” would stab each other in the back for a free glass of chardonnay just like Real Housewives in-the-making, sank. It got old, stale, boring. Who could be bothered to invest half an hour of their lives into Dunham’s neurosis? Nope. Sorry.
Sure, Dunham’s awkward form of squirm-in-your-seat comedy has its place and this is not a take-down at all, but just like the idea of Carrie Bradshaw being a Chanel couture-wearing freelance writer with only one gig (LOL), Girls never quite nailed the realness of being a 20-something in New York the way it was supposed to.
Enter: Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer of Broad City. Comedians-cum-BFFs from the Upright Citizens Brigade (co-founded by Amy Poehler, also one of the show’s executive producers) school of “Yes, and…” improv, with a shrewdness for offbeat, observational comedy, sexual self-effacement, and a penchant for pot. If you haven’t seen this show, or the 2009 webseries whence it came, hop-to, because this is the only “20-somethings living in New York” series you need to be investing in.
As young, perpetually broke, boss bitches in their early 20s, the series follows Abbi and Ilana’s deeply intense, bordering-on-obsessive friendship – I’m talking sexual consults (A fine example: “To Peg or Not to Peg”), FaceTiming while doing all the things: banging a guy/being hungover/shopping/eating; and sharing every tiny detail of their existence together (bowel movements included), while trying their best to navigate life in a really freaking expensive city (yep, FINALLY, somebody said it). Oh, and with as little responsibility as possible. See? Realistic.