The thing which no one seems willing to say about Girls is that it's shit. Yeah, I've read everything else. It's not representative. True. It's about whiny, rich, white girls. True. We all know if it was good, no one would be complaining.
Girls directly reflects the culture watching the show: a generation flailing in their personal lives due to their own inaction, but that is eager to discuss all of the things they are not actually doing.
Despite its engaging wit, Girls' coming of adulthood is more troubling than Mary Harron's The Moth Diaries, a fascinating soft horror movie based on Rachel Klein's novel, to open in theaters next week.
Sunday, April 15 is a momentous day on the calendar this year. Not because of taxes. Not because we appear to be trembling on the precipice of spring. Because a program called GIRLS premieres on HBO that night.