From my recap of last night’s Girls episode, “Leave Me Alone,” over at Press Play:

I had to accept years ago that I’d never make that cut, because when I was Hannah’s age, the internet was considered the JV, at best, never mind writing about television on the internet, or telling funny stories about karate class or doing your laundry. I didn’t have an agent, I didn’t write literary fiction, and it didn’t really matter, at all, but back then, if a guy like Ray had blown off my subject matter as frivolous—”How about divorce? How about death?  . . . How about death?”—I would have taken it to heart, and I would have tried to write a somber, well-researched, mindful, high-fiber piece about municipal politics, and it would have bombed, just like it does for Hannah at her reading.

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