I’ll watch the second season of Girls when it begins on January 13, and I’ve been trying to figure out why.
It doesn’t have an anti-hero I hate to love, but can’t help myself, like J. R. Ewing or Tony Soprano.
It doesn’t have characters I care about so much that I cheer for them and cry for them, like Treme. I mean when LaDonna showed up at Albert’s chemo session, I just wanted to join her and hold his other hand.
The only thing I can think of is that it makes me relieved to be the age I am and grateful that I came of age when I did.