I think maybe it's because, to maintain the outdated and pretty toxic gender dynamic of the show, the women have to present this unhinged, wounded animal in need of saving thing, and then the men are by turns flummoxed and overwhelmed, which is kind of a Thirties Movie way to go. But that only works if the men are also people. And because every male character on this show is a nameless drive-by cardboard afterthought, everything the boys say ends up being pretty straight-forward. There's nothing for the women to push against, because the boys are one-dimensional people, so they just look awful. And then when there aren't any men around, the women turn on each other for the same reason.
Josh: Wanted to marry Ginny, dumped for no reason, stalker. Hubbell: Wanted to marry Michelle, avoided for valid reasons, stalker. Charlie, even dumb-ass oregano-smoking Charlie, was very clear that he was not into Boo and that he was into Ginny, neither of which is acceptable to the raging thunderstorm of crazy that exists only to make more and more words come out of mouths. Michael waited around for Fanny Flowers to treat him humanely, and is apparently happy either way. Digger was a great match for Michelle, in terms of being a negative catastrophe of a person, but then just stood there awkwardly while she had an inappropriate fit for no reason. Carl was into Boo, she was awful to him, and now she's just jerking him around. And the way the children treat each other is no worse than the way Michelle treats Truly, or the way Michelle and Fanny treat each other. For a show nominally about women, entire generations of women, you'd think they'd at least try to save each other, but no. Not here, not even in the penultimate episode of the entire season (series?). Fanny's too busy being one or more of several different people depending on the scene, Michelle is just a fucking nightmare, Boo is a pathetic mess and the other girls range from incredibly bitchy to just mostly.
POST BASH-BASHING BASH
Michelle sits wanly in the middle of the wreckage she has once more created, while Godot cleans up around her. Godot, who has nothing to do with any of this, is content to let her talk and whine about her constant nonsense. Note that he does not let her in on the secret of coffee and where it is to be found; possibly this is because she seems to be an adult woman until you get to know here, and those can be relied upon usually to understand the way things like coffee work. Biting off, once again, more than he can chew.