Let's take a moment to rejoice. After 10 episodes of dysfunctional relationships, cringe-inducing sex and a hasty marriage, "Girls" has finally returned to grace us with another season of sexual and professional disasters and occasional triumphs.
Season 2 of "Girls" doesn't start off nearly as strongly as Season 1 finished, but I'm optimistic about where it's heading. "Girls" isn't consistent or perfect: Sometimes it's distractingly disorganized and frankly, a bit full of itself and other times, it's euphoric fun.
So I decided to put some words down about the HBO show Girls. I'm going to assume that anybody who is reading this has seen the show. And since I have no idea what I'm about to write, I'm just going to spit some stuff out and you can take the ride with me.
You know the walk of shame? That's the idea in movies that when someone has a one-night stand, they walk home the next morning, certain everyone is aware of their bad decision. You should think about the walk of shame you have to make back to Redbox after renting a lame movie.