I Hate Myself for Typing a 'How I Met Your Mother' Response BUT
Okay, this has been a long-held problem with me.
People make a show. You like the show. Then you LOVE the show! The show is so smart! So funny and so so on point! You become emotionally invested in the fictional characters and that’s great because the writers are doing their job!
But then y’know, gosh, networks! Advertising! Catchphrases we can print on shirts!!!
It’s rare that a show can work WITH those overwhelming factors. Like, I can can only think of one show that made it work for them, and even then it wasn’t peeerrrfect. But who are we to judge! (30 Rock, duh.)
So, anyway, I wasn’t surprised that this finale, like the last few seasons, sucked.
How I Met Your Mo-Just Kidding How I JUST WANNA BONK YOUR AUNT ROBIN would, admittedly, have been a difficult title to work with.
But hey! We’re aaaalllllll writing about it anyway!!!
“I don’t think we need to be the ‘next’ anything,” Jacobson says. “It’s insane to be in the same sentence as them, as they’re obviously two of the smartest, most hilarious comedians of all time, but we’re Abbi and Ilana. People love to compare and come up with the next so and so, [but] there can be more than two women in comedy — in fact there are many, many, many more!”—Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer on Fame, Feminism, and Why They’re Not the Next Tina and Amy (x)
For our March edition of Bitche$ we brought three lovely ladies to Fashion Outlet (yes again.)
Ok, so, we really fucking love Fashion Outlet. It’s full of crop tops, spandex, weaves, big church lady hats, and cheap nail polish. This place is great for strippers, hipsters, and drag queens alike. Plus, the older Chinese woman behind the counter will tell you how “kewwwt” she thinks your classy trashy picks are. What’s not to love? (Above: “Bitch” necklace - Fashion Outlet, $5; One Direction Press-ons - Walmart - $3)