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.