While everyone endlessly talks and think-pieces about Girls (can’t we just agree it’s a pretty good show and move on?), I’m over here, all like, “Let’s watch season one of Comedy Central’s Broad City instead.” Having grown up in New York City, it’s the show that I’ve been waiting for since the day I realized there’s no way Monica could afford that apartment with the salary she makes. If I had to describe it in the context of another series, I’d compare it to Louie, but with two twentysomething best friends, Abbi (Abbi Jacobson) and Ilana (Ilana Glazer), who just so happen to be female. They’re not defined by their vaginas, which is a refreshing change of pace from the innumerable shows about dicks. The teaser for Broad City’s season two January premiere, featuring a well-rounded breakfast of cereal and weed, was released yesterday, and I cannot wait until it’s back.
The duo takes the absurdity of life that Louie depicts, and removes the sadness. Yeah, they’re broke, and they don’t get the guy, and their jobs suck, and someone pooped in one of their shoes, but hey, that’s life—it keeps on keepin’ on, poop and all. Broad City comments on life in the city, with all of its frustration and absurdities, but with a lighter and more twisted touch, like the long convoluted trek to pick up a package in the middle of nowhere, or trying to get to a Connecticut wedding during rush hour in Manhattan.
When it comes down to it, Broad City is about friends that genuinely love and care for each other. There is none of that frenemies BS here. Abbi and Ilana are so close that they immediately webchat after a one-night-stand, which makes for a more appealing visual communication than boring bland texts on the screen. It shows a unique form of intimacy that only exists between besties. FaceTiming’s too high-end for them. Think of all the data they’d use up! They have the kind of non-hacky conversations you’ve already had numerous times with your friends: what kind of dog would you be? Who’d be on your gross sex list? Is it OK to Facebook stalk old boyfriends and crushes? And if that’s enough, they have the Amy Poehler stamp of approval (or in their words, “Ms. Amy Fucking Poehler,” which is how I’d greet her).
So if you haven’t watched the show, go rectify your mistake RIGHT NOW. (Also, watch Rectify.) And if you’ve already watched it, just rewatch everything, including their webisodes, and smoke up, and wait patiently until January.