The Truth About Girls

I cried after watching the first episode of HBO’s GIRLS. I cried because it was so fucking beautiful, and so the show I’d want to watch, but even more—the show I should have made. That was the depth of my tears, with absolute happiness, honestly for Lena Dunham, I had personally, dropped the ball.

I did write a spec script for the show that’s been a nice calling card through it’s six year run. I date Adam’s. I memorize life, like Lena does…like Hannah, standing outside the Brooklyn bar watching him fall in love with someone else. I struggle with success and sexuality and being feminist, just like her.

That’s what TV does, especially half-hour—it gives you this precious slice of the heart we all come from. It reminds us, we’re not that different. We’re not separate. In fact, we love each other, flaws and all.

Thank you Lena, for writing the best show ever. And reminding me how badly we deserve more like them, and that when you speak your real, authentic truth—everyone listens.

 

Here’s To One Last Season,

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