“The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then.”
Semi-Charmed Life: The Twentysomethings Are All Right, The New Yorker 1/14/13
Confession
Confession: with every week that passes, I’m having more and more ~feelings about Girls.
So, Girls
So Girls wasn’t bad. I don’t understand why everyone has to be in the bathroom at the same time on this show, but I like Marnie.
