Another week, another episode of HBO's "Girls" that people just can't stop talking about. Is Hannah an emotionless monster? (Um, probably.) What the hell is actually wrong with Marnie? (So much.)
For a show that generates so much discussion about the lives of Brooklyn women growing into adulthood, the conversation tends to be dominated by critics who are, well, not young Brooklyn women coming into their own. Enter MTV News' Girls on "Girls," a weekly reaction highlighting a different New York woman's experience of the show.
This week, 28-year-old Brooklynite Grace Woodard, a Midwestern transplant herself, shared her thoughts on this week's episode, "Only Child," her baggage, the Peter Pan infestation running rampant in New York and the answers she finds at the bottom of a pint of ice cream.
Who Are You?
My name is Grace. I'm 28 and live in Prospect Lefferts Gardens. I'm a freelance social impact strategist for film — but I mostly pay the bills by temping, much to my family's chagrin.
Are You A Girl?
The last few times I've been called a woman by a dude, it hasn't left me with that icky "ugggh, he's trying to show that he recognizes my status as an independent female of a certain age" feeling, so I suppose, yes, I'm a woman — but I have a great affection for the term "gal" due to my Midwestern roots, and often address my closest female friends with some variation of "girrrrrl," or "gurrrrrl" as a term of endearment, probably as a latent reaction to skipping that phase in high school.
Do You Relate To 'Girls' In General?
Only in a general, topical sense: trying to find stable, fulfilling work; being a single lady in city of dudes who think they're Peter Pan. I don't relate to how the characters themselves deal with the issues, though, and get offended when people imply that my life echoes that. I think it's actually a stereotype that a lot of females in Brooklyn are trying to combat.
Are You a Hannah/Marnie/Shosh/Jessa/Charlotte/Carrie/Whatever?
My male roommate recently doled out "Girls"-identities to my roommates and I, having never seen the show. I'm a Marnie, apparently. (Isn't that the same as a Charlotte?) To be honest, I got the "Carrie" thing a lot in college, but I think that's just because I have curly hair. I got "Felicity," too. People think all curly-haired gals are the same.
What's Your Baggage?
Trying to please everyone but myself. Believing that chocolate ice cream has all the answers.
What's a Moment From This Weekend's Episode That Felt Most Like Something You'd Do?
I've definitely asked people what's wrong with me, although not a friend's ex. My own exes: guilty as charged. It's not a good look.
And Something You'd Never Do?
I couldn't pull a "Hannah-at-the-funeral," mainly because I've got leaky eyeballs and am empathetic to a fault, and would probably cry at a stranger's funeral. Although, to be honest, my thoughts probably would have immediately gone to what was going to happen to the book deal, too.
What's Your Brand?
I'm that girl who stops on the street and tells all the cats and dogs that she loves them.
What's Would a Sample Chapter Title For Your Mindy Kaling-Style Memoir Be?
"Kit-Kats and Prophylactics."
Would You Ever Ask A Friend What's Wrong With You?
See above. It's a regular topic of conversation with my closest friends. I mean, what's the point of being a millennial if I'm not having an existential crisis on a semi-annual basis?