I don't like "Girls." I don't like when it's compared to "Sex And The City," and I don't like hearing that it's the voice of my -- well, not generation, but demographic. And yet, I continue to watch it, mostly due to a prevailing sense that Lena Dunham has put in all those little things I find so irritating to force me to figure out why they irritate me.
This week, the girls headed to the Hamptons -- excuse me, The North Fork -- in an attempt to bond and cleanse their spirits. Sure, the weekend was exploding with narcissism, but it was also the funniest, most touching episode of "Girls" since Hannah and Marnie danced to Robyn together.