Over a year ago, my friend was telling me about her interview for a position at a major magazine.
"Tell me a bit about yourself," her interviewer -- I assume a senior editor -- says.
She skims over her brief career: How she's from the Midwest, loves to write, just graduated college, and moved to New York. She lists her internships. From her young looks and perky, non-jaded demeanor, it's obvious she's in her early 20s.
"Ooo, just like in 'Girls!'" her interviewer says, clapping his hands.
She forces a laugh. "HEH. YUP. JUST LIKE 'GIRLS!'"
I don't think she got the job.
The week before I left NYC to move to Los Angeles, I received the same excited mark from a guy in my Brooklyn 'hood when I told him I write. "Just like in the show, 'Girls?'"
"Mmhmm," I pursed my lips and nodded.
Was it better or worse than a couple years back, when everyone called me Carrie Bradshaw? (Is there any male equivalent?)
Of course, I watch "Girls." I loved the first season, and found the second season a bit baffling, like the narrative developed a sudden case of Tourrette's. (Hannah suddenly has OCD, and Charlie sold an app? Does each season cover a year?) But it doesn't mean I won't be watching the inevitable third.
However, even on the plane to SoCal, I did feel a tinge of relief knowing that my life -- no longer set in Brooklyn -- would be equated to TV show. (Or that I'd be subjected to feeling that meta-guilt when I found out the places I frequent were shut down 'cause "Girls" was taping there that week.)
I knew the life I was about to embark on carried its own set of clichés: I told people I was moving to California to escape my fast-paced life in NYC, to settle down, to get more sun, and to start a new life chapter. It gets worse.
This ex-believer-in-nothing started believing in something called "Spirit." She started meditating. And she felt a "spiritual pull" toward Los Angeles that she needed to explore further. AFTER REHAB.
I know it's all horribly clichéd. Since I've felt "the pull," though, and started listening to this thing I've learned to be "Spirit," a bunch of really great things have happened.
So why would I give up on it?
Then, I get sent this (semi-maybe-NSFW!):
"BE HERE NOW(ish)" is a new comedy web show that's right now being crowd-funded on Kickstarter. It's about "two sexually progressive NY gals who ditch their down-and-out lives for LA in search of a spiritual awakening."
Initial thoughts: 1) I have the biggest girl crush (a twee way for me to say I often think of her while masturbating) on Karley Sciortino from Slutever.
2) Liz Armstrong, who's written plenty of New Age-y stuff for xoJane and who I used to work with on ReadyMade (RIP) is a contributing writer and co-producer -- and I'm pretty sure that's her stuffing a citrus fruit into one of the lead character's mouths as she dons a dog collar at the 1:29 mark -- and that's DEFINITELY her at the end of the preview referencing a "cleanse."
And 3) OH MY GOD MY LIFE IS IN A TV SHOW YET AGAIN.
Seriously, though, this concern comes in jest. (But hopefully you already read between the lines on that one.) It's a privilege to have some sort of representation -- especially written and created by the people who live it.
In a sea of media that comments on our generation’s pitfalls and strengths, we feel there is nothing that accurately depicts the world we live in … a world where managing to survive/pay bills/pay for $15 cheeseburgers and $10 kale juices on weirdo freelance schedules is “normal,” while juggling magic and meditation groups and dance parties till 3 AM. Where dating is more complex than trigonometry and commitment is scarce. Where people choose their personal pronouns, girls look like boys, boys look like girls, sexuality is fluid, sex is complicated, and laughter is abundant.
When/if the show is funded, "BE HERE NOW(ish)'s" team plans to finish shooting, and pitch it to networks. I hope it does -- because, um, I would totally watch it.
What do you think? Would you watch the show?