There’s a new HBO show that’s quite a hot topic entitled “Girls.”
I watched the first few episodes and the jury was out for awhile as to my opinion of said show (not that it mattered…the ratings rated it a success.) I have to admit, it challenged my white, middle-class, mid-western, child-of-the-70s sensibilities. Silly me, I thought I’d be getting a combination of Sex and the City and That 70s Show. Why? Who knows? It takes place like…um…in the Now… in NYC. But that was what I thought I’d be getting.
Anyhoo, it’s not that. It’s edgy. It’s filled with Hipster-ish-ness.
It’s the kind of show where one 20-something girl has the following conversation with her best 20-something girlfriend:
“I have a problem now when _____ and I have sex.”
“I looked at him coming. I thought it would be romantic.”
“Oh God! Mistake.”
“So, what did he look like?”
“A lot like a chimpanzee.”
“And now, whenever he comes, that’s all I can see and it’s, well, it ruins the moment for me.
“And I think you’ve just ruined the moment for me.”
I made all that up, by the way. There was no such discussion on the show and the writing’s better. But there’s a lot of discussions like that. A lot of other stuff, too.
Anyway, the show has won me over. This old 70’s gal is into it.
I guess because, deep down, we’re all girls. Girls will always “get” girls, no matter how old the girl gets.
I think that’s a rather comforting notion.
What won me over was this conversation on last night’s episode between the British girl and the Best Friend girl. (Always been terrible with names, can’t even remember the characters’ names in my own books. I think it’s a result of two summers as a camp counselor and having to memorize a new set of names every 10 days so that we could gift the newly arrived campers with a sense of belonging. Ever since then, I’ve been subconsciously rebelling against memorizing names. Probably should get over it….now…back to show) It was a hot summer day and the British girl was wearing a skirt and her upper thighs had been rubbing together and they had become sooooo chaffed and sore and she was whining about it.
I loved that!
I could totally relate with that!
I never wore skirts in summer because of that!
Or, if I did….large amounts of powder applied several times a day. That is, until I discovered the wonders of bicycle shorts (shout out to Maddy–thanks Maddy!) No kidding. Bicycle shorts do not show under skirts. I think they’re even better than shape ups. Seriously. And they make no swishing sounds as you walk.