Elizabeth Bastian / Managing Editor
Elizabeth Bastian / Managing Editor

By ELIZABETH BASTIAN, Managing Editor

I started watching “Girls” because I liked Lena Dunham’s tattoos, and because she beat Amy Poehler and Tina Fey (two of my favorite people ever) at the Golden Globes.

Within five days, I had finished watching the entire first season and the season two premiere online. Now, I spend my week anxiously awaiting Sunday nights, when some internet god will upload the latest episode on a free t.v. website (let’s be honest, I ain’t got no money for that HBO nonsense).

For those who don’t know, “Girls” is a weekly ½ hour-long show about 4 friends living in their young 20’s living in New York City. Lena Dunham’s depiction of life post-undergrad, of that time that is supposed to be “the best time of your life,” is funny and unexpected. It’s quirky, but not in a self-conscious, Zooey Deschanel, way. It’s addicting. And, most of all, it’s honest. It’s like the real version of Sex and the City, where the female leads are students, or working low-wage jobs, or living off of their parents instead of living in a glitzy Manhattan apartment and banging the hottest and richest men available.

Some of what goes on in the show is shocking, leaving me unsure of whether to laugh because it is just so ridiculous. But that is what life at this age is – ridiculous. Think of how hard people our age work for a Bachelor’s degree…and then what? Graduate school? A “real” job? Travel? Or will we just end up running away from ourselves, unsure of what we really want and too stubborn to admit it.

“Girls” has shown me that it is okay to not have your life figured out. It is okay to be 24 and working at the corner coffee store making minimum wage. It is okay to be awkward and wear questionable clothing (Shorteralls? An orange sleeping bag?) and quit your job. It’s okay to not have a back-up plan.

So thank you, Lena, for capturing few people have managed to see. Thank you for finally understanding the trials of getting a liberal arts education, and trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing with your life.