HBO’s Girls: A and B

imgres-2I know I am very late to the party, but I’ve had a marathon session of HBO’s Girls this weekend.  (All of Season 1.)  This means that (a) I married the right man ’cause he watched it with me, or (b) we need to get out more.  (We also watched the Habs game.)

Oddly enough, watching it made me feel maternal, and not in a good way.  I keep asking, “Who raised these kids?”  The fact that I’m watching myself watch it as a parent confirms (a) that I have crossed the great divide from youth to middle age, and (b) that the show’s narcissism is contagious.

I think I got so powerfully sucked into the show because (a) I have an addictive personality, and (b) because I am still trying to figure out how I am supposed to respond to it.  The writing is brilliant, but is it horror or comedy?  I find the girls’ narcissism truly hilarious, but it’s a really uncomfortable kind of appreciation because I’m not at all sure where the line between comedic exaggeration and reality lies.  I mean, I recognize some of these girls.  They were my students.  I promise, when they were my students, I did try to get through to them that they were not the centre of the universe and all, but, holy shit, they’ve multiplied.

Last, and not at all least, I am very worried that (a) girls who watch Girls will think that it’s reality and that the girls on Girls are true to life and not satirical representations of the special snowflake child, or (b) the joke’s on me and the girls who watch Girls are enjoying watching themselves while I watch myself watch them.


5 thoughts on “HBO’s Girls: A and B

  1. Brilliantly funny post! (And now: imagine watching this as the mother of girls!) I often want to take aside some of my really great students and quiz them on what their parents did right with them. I spot them and think THERE, that’s who I want to raise, so what’s the playbook for how I get from my little ones to that!

    • I really cannot imagine watching it as a mother of girls, Kelly! It’s bad enough thinking that my boys might be dating someone so self-involved, let alone becoming one of them.

  2. I’ve been “watching” with my wife, and she has raised some of the same questions you have. The lines between fiction and reality do become blurred, and I’m baffled as to why some of the characters are acting like they are 12 when the character’s age states they are out of college. I think my wife was motivated to watch it because it was billed as the “next” Sex and the City, but it seems to stray off the path from that notion.

Comments are closed.