Isn't it nice to be able to just watch Girls, rather than read think piece after think piece about how various people disliked those ten episodes of Season 1 so much that they feel their thoughts on Lena Dunham must therefore be transcendent? Yeah, me too.
In my younger and more vulnerable years, I went bright-eyed to a few warehouse extravaganzas in Bushwick in hopes that one would be the "Best Party Ever" and I can attest that the party featured in last night's "Welcome to Bushwick a.k.a. The Crackcident" is upsettingly accurate, except for the fact that the characters didn't have to scream just to hear each other... and that some of them ended up having a pretty okay time. I strongly believe that if you could go to one of those parties and not come out hating all of mankind, there is something inherently wrong with you or you actually did crack.
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