Move over Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha—there are new girls in town. Lena Dunham’s HBO television perfection Girls details the lives of four young women in New York as they try to identify themselves through failed relationships, challenging friendships, and a recession that is carving an employment hole in the Big Apple. Unlike the career-steady women of Sex and the City, Girls explores the life after college education, where the face value of a university degree chips off at the same rate as nail polish.
Any true Sex and the City fan can name the thirty-something fashionista that exhibits just about every quirk in their personality and thread in their ensemble (I’m a Carrie, duh), but it is time for us younger ladies to identify with one of the twenty-somethings of the here and now. So, which Girl are you?
The world is your oyster. You wake up every morning viewing the day as your story—every misadventure a chapter. The acknowledgement of your body’s every curve, bump and shape exemplifies a confidence unfamiliar to the general population, and your acceptance exuded by your wardrobe challenges everyone to devour the fruit rules used to dress every body type (So what if my body is an “apple?” I will dress like a model). You may be overwhelmed at times, given that you are experiencing all the experiences for everyone, but you find comfort in your contribution as a scribe for young women who are constantly finding themselves. After all, you are the voice of your generation. “Or at least a voice. Of a generation.”
Janis Joplin is your muse as you travel through life with a free spirit and paint lasting impressions on every person graced by your glance. You dress on the borders of European couture and avant-garde, sporting any sort of sheer fabric as you head to your nannying job. You have a reputation as a femme fatale, but find comfort in your relationship missteps in the virtue of “Carpe diem.” You cannot be smote-d. You are “un-smotable.”
As a schooled art curator, you manage to select the content of your life as if choosing between a Warhol and a D’arcangelo. Perhaps you don’t completely control the strings of every marionette, but you guide the puppet’s limbs to a preferred position in your life—undesirable results notwithstanding. You are a devout follower of retail, finding comfort in a Nordstrom dress or an Ann Taylor suit, and your classic beauty is recognized—and mentioned—by most. Even though you have a hard time finding a job in a gallery, you are welcomed by all employers with an available “pretty person job.”
Your manifestation board greets you every morning with images of your future. Although you worry your “baggage” may scare off any responsible, finance-savvy man, you recognize that your flaws do not devalue you. A bright New York student, your ensemble builds on girly basics and is styled with a headband. For those study days, however, you are not afraid to rock a Victoria’s Secret Pink sweat suit. Your girl power equals that of an episode of The Powerpuff Girls, and you inspire your fellow ladies to demand dignity from the men in their lives. Who are the ladies? “Obvi, we’re the ladies!”
Which Girl do you most closely identify with, Lovelies?