I have a new obsession. Well, let’s be honest, I have several new obsessions each day. But four of them are made up of the Girls girls. Lena Dunham’s show never fails to delight, disgust and dismay in equal measure, and I love it. As horrendous as the girls and their exploits may be at times, I can’t help wishing to be in their circle. Or at least, take them out for a drink before watching Soshanna run down the street in her tights, accidentally on crack.
But instead, I shall cut out and keep these dress-up paper dolls from New York Magazine’s Vulture, sitting them in the shower eating a cupcake and moaning sardonically about boyfriends who never put a shirt on. It’s the next best thing.