I sat down nervously last night to watch Girls. After months of anticipation, hordes of glowing reviews and endless hype, Lena Dunham‘s grand thesis on what it’s like to be in your early twenties premiered and it premiered with incredibly high expectations. Naturally, I worried that it wouldn’t live up to them.
That once again a television show would fail to capture the voice of a twenty-something, that once again a show designed to reach us would end up sounding like it was written by a middle-aged man who once spoke to a drunk 23-year-old on in a bar and felt like that was enough information to write an entire series on what it’s like to be young, hopeful and incredibly confused.
However my stress and anxiety over the show were for naught because I absolutely loved it. Never before have I watched a show that so perfectly captured my experiences, that made me simultaenously want to call my friends and say “look, this is YOU!” as well as my mom to say, “see, I’m not the only one!”
Despite being a twenty-something and having twenty-something friends, I don’t think anyone’s ever put this experience into perspective in quite the same way. Maybe perspective’s not the right word. But I don’t think I’ve connected with any of my actual friends’ quarter-life crises in the same way I connected with Hannah (Lena Dunham), Jessie (Allison Williams) and Marnie (Jemima Kirke) while watching the show last night.
I felt for Hannah last night when her parents completely cut her off financially and forced her to get a real job. I felt for Jessie when she spoke how about much her wonderfully attentive boyfriend turned her off and I felt for Marnie when she confessed her accidental pregnancy.