Broad City, s01e01-04
Broad City matters. It matters a lot. It matters not just because it’s a show created by, lead by, produced by women. It matters, most importantly, because it’s a beautiful and true example of a female friendship.
That hard to explain, over sharing, messy in front of each other, sharing the stupid thoughts kind of closeness is on public display here: and it’s fucking beautiful.
What I’m trying to say is, Abbi and Ilana debating whether they’d rather have Michael Buble or Janet Jackson go down on them is just about the only conversation on television today that I can imagine having with my friends, and it’s incredibly refreshing. [x]
Instead of a million cheap jokes about masturbation that are meant to be titillating to whatever geriatric boob is watching (I’m looking at you Two Broke Girls), sexuality is real and too much or too little or casual in that postmodern way it is. Weed makes mornings better, bosses don’t know what they’re doing, money is tight, and neighbor dudes are daydream stars.
It’s Workaholics starring women.
And Workaholics starring women is really really important.
Female comedy awareness has skyrocketed since Twitter became ‘a thing,’ with many of the most followed comedy accounts belonging to female writers. Bridesmaids ushered in a new era of ensemble female comedy and female physical comics are getting starring roles: Kaitlin Olson, Melissa McCarthy, and Zooey Deschanel inheriting crowns.
It’s okay to be a dork, a loser, pretty, ungraceful, unambitious, sexy, flippant, imperfect, or anything.
Broad City is going to draw a lot of comparisons, mostly to Girls. But let’s set the record straight: one is a comedy in the Greek sense, the other is a straight comedy with teeth. One is a pessimistic view with shades of optimism, the other is an optimistic view with shades of pessimism.
They exist in different New Yorks—they are practically on different planets—but most of all one makes the girls and their lives the joke and the other makes the world around the girls a joke which in turn makes you forget that they’re ‘girls.’
They’re just two friends against the world.
By doing that, Broad City gets the liberty to embellish on sketchy Craigslist money schemes and carrying weed on the subway in the ‘vayainya’—”natures pocket”—or how reaching a packaging distribution center is like crossing over into the Twilight Zone.
The A.V. Club states it nicely here:
So far, everything onthe show has stayed largely rooted in reality…but really, all the bits have looked like exaggerations of stories you’d hear from your most uninhibited friend. [“Working Girls,” episode 4] is a sign of how Broad City is apparently unafraid to go bigger. [x]
It’s just city life, starring young women who don’t shit on each other, and it’s not perfect but it’s getting there.
And that really really matters.