Tonight’s SNL 40th Anniversary sent my DVR into haywire mode. Its first victim was Girls, which recorded a couple of hours later…on HBO Latino. Yeah. I don’t speak Spanish. But you know what? Not being able to understand a single word other than “si” or “pequeño” makes the show almost tolerable. And way easier to recap. Here goes nada:
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Golden Globe loser and human rumpus room Lena Dunham is back with her fourth season of Girls. The theme of this season is brought to us by Frank Sinatra:
If I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere.
And if I can’t, I’ll just go to grad school. Continue reading
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Hannah’s idea of succeeding at her new job is to get hammered with her coworkers, make out with one of her bosses, and vomit on herself before passing out and being taken to a coworker’s apartment to vomit some more. She ends up might-as-well-be naked in the tub, then wrapped in flannel in his bed. Morning is confusing. Continue reading
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Hannah is working in the coffee shop, screwing up orders and quitting her job. Someone saw something that she wrote and gave her a staff writing gig at GQ magazine. Ray knows that nobody would ever hire her to write a real article, so it must be an advertorial. Which it is, because it’s sponsored by Neiman Marcus. Also, newsflash! Writing one (sponsored) article per issue does not pay the bills such that a person who is a writer anywhere other than the television can quit their day job. Or their second day job. And it definitely does not get you a cubicle in an office at a magazine. In reality, it’s a freelance writing gig and it pays reasonably well, if you bang out enough of them per month. But whatever. Continue reading
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Since the Super Bowl is on Sunday night and there is a lot, and I mean a lot, of overlap between people who watch sports and people who watch “Girls,” the television Gods decided to air a new episode of “Girls” on Saturday to avoid an inevitable plunge in viewership deeper than a starlet’s neckline at the Oscars. Continue reading
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Hannah is late for a meeting with her e-book editor, David, and spills all of the contents of her pocketbook on the floor in the reception area, which is supposed to make her seem quirky but is something that never happens to women in real life. But it’s okay, because her book editor is late for the meeting, too. Because he’s dead. Continue reading
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