tv review
Girls
Lena Dunham’s Brooklyn twenty-somethings, messy and given to a truly Olympian solipsism, are as insufferable as they are unmistakably real. The show was loathed in its moment for precisely the quality that made it good: it refused, apparently on principle, to let its women be aspirational.
what it left me with
One need not be likeable to be worth watching, nor indeed to be worth being. The unflattering truth ages handsomely; the flattering lie rarely survives its own decade.
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