It seems that season 3 of the HBO show “GIRLS” is crashing and burning among fans and critics alike.
This amuses me because the show’s creator is a proud Liberal and yet totally blind to the selfish and craven ethos of Liberalism. I wrote about this in an essay called Lena Dunham, Proud Liberal, in which I recounted an interview Ms. Dunham did with Terry Gross on the program Fresh Air. In the interview, Ms. Gross correctly observed that Dunham’s character on the show was actually quite “unlikable” because of her infantile demand to be treated by her parents as an adult while simultaneously failing to function as an adult (i.e., living at home in a state of dependency well into adulthood). Two Liberals mocking a pathetic sense of entitlement….priceless.
And now Ms. Dunham’s Liberalism has perhaps overcome the show’s artistic appeal.
Here are some excerpts of a review by Ben Collins in Esquire, in which he experiences feelings of “unlikability” even more intensely than Terry Gross did (prepare for highly entertaining prose that puts Dunham’s peeps in their places).
Collins begins with:
Girls began as a show with monumental promise. It was, I thought, the only show set out to portray the perils of listless twenty-somethings living within a cushioned, problem-free filter bubble until money and time ran out, as the world struggled around them.
I love the phrase “…listless twenty-somethings living within a cushioned, problem-free filter bubble until money and time ran out…”. One could use this phrase to describe Liberals in general, who also live in a fantasy where the money never runs out.
I was on the Girls bandwagon for years. This is what I wrote about it in 2011, when I thought there would be a payoff to all of the self-absorption.
Hannah and her, um, sisters have no sense of other. In her increasingly impractical quest to become a writer—to tell the truth about herself for a living—she is creating a rigid isolation. Hannah defines herself by the progressively similar people around her and everyone else is the other. She’s living in a bubble. That’s what this show is about. This is its very aim.
But we’re through three seasons now and it’s become clear that this is not what this show is about. It’s not an anthropological look at the vanity of well-off Brooklyn youth and how, eventually, this lifestyle will catch up to them. It is, instead, just a bunch of idiots bumbling around New York City with no regard for anyone else on the planet, or the consequences that typically come along with it.
And here we see another character trait that rings familiar: “…no regard for anyone else on the planet, or the consequences that typically come along with it…” Liberals will insist that this description fits Conservatives, conveniently ignoring that it is Liberalism that paves the road to serfdom, consigning whole societies to bread lines, misery, poverty, and death. Talk about not caring about consequences — the Liberal only cares for his “intentions”, no matter the consequences.
Every character on this show is equally insufferable, each one equitably impossible to please.
And the strong finish:
Nothing could matter less than what these assholes are up to at that moment. Nothing.