HBO Girls, Season 3 Episode 7
A commenter writes:
Ugh, this show really is just a platform to display Dunham’s disgusting, pudgy body to the world. The latest episode had her in all of her pear-shaped glory wearing a bikini the whole time while every single other girl changed their entire outfits at least twice.
I agree that this was one of the major points this episode was trying to make. I suppose the other point is that single hipster girls love having gay male friends. And that Shoshana wishes her friends were more Murray Hill and less Willliamsburg/Greenpoint.
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You have to love the NY Times description of an apartment building in Murray Hill:
Windsor Court, which occupies an entire square block between Third and Lexington Avenues at 31st Street, has two towers with 710 apartments. Its lobby is rich with brass, mirrors, marble and brown leather. Colleges like Syracuse, Emory and Michigan seem overrepresented among the tenants, many of whom have their rents subsidized by parents left behind in the suburbs of Westchester County, Long Island and New Jersey.
Parents appreciate Windsor Court because it has a driveway that allows them to drop off comfort packages without hunting for a parking space. Heather Katz’s parents — a dentist and a psychotherapist from Long Island — have dropped off her winter wardrobe, a television and a jewelry box.
On the importance of the laundry rooms:
“If I meet a guy in the laundry room of Windsor Court, he probably has a good job, probably went to a good school,” Ms. Katz explained.
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To clarify what this has to do with Shoshana, Shoshana has always been the girl who was not like the others. The others are hipsters, or in the case of Marnie, someone who isn’t interested in the pecuniary rewards of a career. Shoshana, on the other hand, wants a conventional corporate job like the job writing advertising copy that Hannah quit.
People like Shoshana are far more likely to live in Murray Hill rather than in Greenpoint where Hannah lives with Adam.
The last time I visited Murray Hill, my impression was of a very boring neighborhood. In fact, it’s a wasteland of culture, full of bars and restaurants which look like they belong in a non-Ivy-League college town, lacking the maturity and sophistication of restaurants in more grownup Manhattan neighborhoods. As much as you may hate hipsters, I credit them for creating a neighborhood full of interesting shops and restaurants, not quite grown-up, yet not insulting to one’s sense of creativity.