{"id":1976,"date":"2013-03-12T13:01:26","date_gmt":"2013-03-12T18:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/?p=1976"},"modified":"2013-03-12T15:30:01","modified_gmt":"2013-03-12T20:30:01","slug":"i-wont-watch-girls-dont-ask-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/?p=1976","title":{"rendered":"I Won&#8217;t Watch (Girls), Don&#8217;t Ask Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A friend suggested I blog about HBO&#8217;s <em>Girls<\/em>. But I can&#8217;t watch it. I saw the first couple of minutes of the pilot, and it was painful. I&#8217;m tempted to do a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=d8OHWR9RlCM\">Sara Benincasa-<\/a> style review\u00a0 without having seen it, but I&#8217;m no Sara Benincasa, and besides it would take viewing more clips or reading more about it than I can handle.<\/p>\n<p>I have my reasons:<\/p>\n<p>1. <em>Williamsburg <\/em>\u2013 I lived there in \tthe 80&#8217;s.  When I moved into my floor-through apartment on Bedford between North 11<sup>th<\/sup> and North 12<sup>th<\/sup>, I think the \trent was $250 a month, and the other tenants saw my arrival as a sign of end times. I was the pilot-fish of gentrification.  \tThese were days when you might go to a party at a loft and the fire \tdepartment would show up to shut the whole thing down (true story). \tWhen whacky clubs opened for a day or two or neighborhood bars were \toccasionally taken over by large goth drag queens and various performance artists.  Back then the arrival of <em>Kasia&#8217;s<\/em> \u2013 a place \tyou could actual get a bite to eat \u2013 was a big deal indeed, and I frequently stopped by a tiny bakery between North 7<sup>th<\/sup> and North 8<sup>th<\/sup> for a danish or bagel in the mornings, and there were always the same old Italian and Polish regulars.  There was some weird chemical plant across the street, and if I get cancer someday it will be from that.\u00a0 Greenpoint and Williamsburg had the highest concentration of toxic material storage in the City, plus oil spills. Every once in a while the streets would flood bright yellow and there was a smell that even with the windows closed would seep from your nose onto your taste buds.<\/p>\n<p>Despite its being America&#8217;s Bhopul, by 1990, I already felt out of place, supplanted by the younger more beautiful people moving in.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Now, I&#8217;m completely intimidated by the place. I feel old, poor and ugly.<\/p>\n<p>I get that the main character lives in <em>Greenpoint,<\/em> but really, the neighborhood boundaries are amorphous,\u00a0 and Greenpoint is the new Williamsburg, but with a lousier train.<\/p>\n<p>2. <em>Who wants to see other people have bad sex?<\/em> The first two minutes of the pilot, some girl is doing some boy who wants her to indulge him in a fantasy role-play, in which she is barely feigning interest, and I thought, \u201cIs this entertainment?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I understand there are a lot of these awkward unpleasant moments. Young women having\u00a0adventures based on <em>who<\/em> they fuck, and maybe <em>how<\/em>. It&#8217;s not actually <em>good<\/em> sex. They aren&#8217;t having fun,  but it&#8217;s a story they can tell later, or something.  Is this still the world? Boys have the adventures, play in the bands, make the art, and the women live vicariously by screwing them and putting up with their bullshit?\u00a0 Because I really don&#8217;t want to see that.<\/p>\n<p>And girls, if this is your life, you probably won&#8217;t look back\u00a0 and think, &#8220;That was <em>interesting<\/em>.&#8221; You&#8217;ll look back and ask yourself, \u201cWhat the hell was I thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve worked with bright young people. I have nieces and nephews in their twenties. They all seem to be smarter and more focused than I ever was.  I do not want that illusion shattered.  I hope if they are watching, they are saying, \u201cWhat idiots these girls are!\u201d and not, \u201cI am just like them. It&#8217;s funny because it&#8217;s true.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>3.<em> Sex and the City<\/em> \u2013 I didn&#8217;t like \tthat either.\u00a0 I went to a wedding (one of the better-half&#8217;s ex&#8217;s) where every \ttoast by friends of the bride referenced how their lives were <em>exactly<\/em> like the show, and who was who. But it was never something I identified with. If you were throwing a dinner party for fictional characters, you wouldn&#8217;t want any of them there. They had no interests beyond their own petty little lives. I don&#8217;t need to see a younger version.<\/p>\n<p>4. <em>The myth of the \u201cstarving\u201d \tartist<\/em>: My understanding is that the main character&#8217;s parents have cut her off and she is now &#8220;struggling.&#8221; But here&#8217;s the thing \u2013 the freight on even a share in Greenpoint is enormous these days.  I don&#8217;t know how anyone can afford to live anywhere.  All Brooklyn hipsterism is supported by older capital, and if some whippersnapper in his or her twenties who already has a &#8220;dream&#8221; job or a successful business, or her own television series denies it, that&#8217;s just bullshit because even if it isn&#8217;t the trust fund, it was always the college, the connections, that check covering your first month plus security and fee, the stock from grandma you sold, etc. &#8212; that got you there.<\/p>\n<p>Look at the cast, and Dunham herself \u2013 these are children of established artists, a famous playwright, and a network anchorman. And that&#8217;s a <em>realistic<\/em> reflection of who lives in the neighborhood.<\/p>\n<p>The show got flack for not having any non-white characters. I have a suggestion for them \u2013 Zoe Kravitz. Write a character based on her, and get her to play the character. She could even be called Zoe Kravitz although that gimmick didn&#8217;t work out so well for <em>Like You Know<\/em> or <em>Don&#8217;t Trust the B<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Why Zoe? Because she lives in Williamsburg, and is the epitome of whom New Brooklyn was made for \u2013 rich, beautiful, young people, with great clothes and pedigrees. The storyline writes itself \u2013 Hannah and Zoe meet cute, and keep running into each other.  Hannah has a girl-crush on her, not necessarily sexual. She just wants to be near the glamor, and have a black best friend. She loves saying, &#8220;Zoe says&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 or &#8220;Zoe likes&#8230;&#8221; to the point where her friends tell her the name-dropping thing is most uncool, and her behavior is bordering stalkerish.<\/p>\n<p>You want to know what it was really like to be a starving artist in Brooklyn? Read <em>Just Kids<\/em>, by Patti Smith (which you can check out on the widget above). Try surviving on a bookstore clerk&#8217;s salary and with your boyfriend hustling on the side, in a neighborhood not yet made safe for kids from the suburbs. New Brooklyn, even out in Bushwick or Bedford Stuyvesant, is not the Bohemian section, anymore than Marie Antoinette was a shepherdess.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A friend suggested I blog about HBO&#8217;s Girls. But I can&#8217;t watch it. I saw the first couple of minutes of the pilot, and it was painful. I&#8217;m tempted to do a Sara Benincasa- style review\u00a0 without having seen it, but I&#8217;m no Sara Benincasa, and besides it would take viewing more clips or reading &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/?p=1976\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">I Won&#8217;t Watch (Girls), Don&#8217;t Ask Me<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_sitemap_exclude":false,"_sitemap_priority":"","_sitemap_frequency":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[496,55],"tags":[575,578,579,577,576,369],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1976"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1976"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1976\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1985,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1976\/revisions\/1985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1976"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1976"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marioninnyc.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1976"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}