How I Felt

I recently downloaded Season 2 of Girls. This has been a long time coming. When I moved home before Paris and watched the first season marathon-style on my parents' television, I fell in love with the  "groundbreaking" show. So much so, that in my Global Audiences class, I focused on it as the topic of my final paper. As I concluded: "If Sex and the City 'enables the complicit critique that is considered to be characteristic of postmodernism (Feuer 1995; Klein 2000; Lash 1990),' (Arthurs 92), Girls brazenly displays it; thus creating a space of discussion where men and women of all ages have found a place to critique society and their own lives."
In the clip above (Episode 5, Season 2), my couple-of-weeks-ago feelings were too similar to Hannah's. Of course, in my case, I was sitting at a Parisian brasserie with Lorelei and rosé instead of a lying in a handsome doctor's Brooklyn bed. Personal details to come.