The Inimitable Tiff


  1. Where (My) Girls At? (The Hairpin)

    dotsara:

    Oh, Hairpin; could you please be less aweso—I’m kidding! Come back! Please don’t be less awesome. That would be terrible. (via)

    Caveat: I haven’t seen Girls. My desire for you (yes, you!) to read the above is less about an objection to the show and more about so much word to the point Jenna Wortham is making here.

    My chief beef is not simply that the girls in Girls are white. I’m a white girl and not a white girl, identified by other people as black and not black for as long as I can remember – which, in mixed people speak means biracial. But the problem with Girls is that while the show reaches — and succeeds, in many ways — to show female characters that are not caricatures, it feels alienating, a party of four engineered to appeal to a very specific subset of the television viewing audience, when the show has the potential to be so much bigger than that. And that is a huge fucking disappointment.

    I heard it asked once, “why does it always have to be about race?”

    And the thing is… it doesn’t. Except that it kind of always is when we’re talking about popular media. It may be hard to understand from the other side of it, but that doesn’t mean it’s dismissable.