…or Ghostbusters…

It's genius anyway, but yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

Just because you can't wrap your head around a concept doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Also, thank you for telling me what my experience was, since it's obvious that you had more insight into what I was thinking about this mostly mediocre show that I did. Now go fuck yourself.

The legal profession is, for the most part, white male dominated over here, and there are many inroads in trying to change that. I currently work at a firm that has a large amount of women attorneys, and even with that I would say the percentage of female attorneys at this firm is lower than the proportion of the…

Possibly. But good luck proving it. That firm is also a little bit of a mill… work there and you'll find yourself spending most of your days at the Daley Center handling Case Management Calls. As much as I don't mind litigation, I would rather actually be doing the real work and not running from courtroom to courtroom…

Fuck Jimmy Fallon. I held off watching this episode because that unfunny twat, and my reservations were proven right.
Harry Styles' songs sounded like they'll fit right in as background music in some semi-trendy, moderate to slightly upscale clothing store.

In all fairness, I was hate-watching this show until sometime last season. For me, there was a sense of this show having a "so bad that it's good" thing about it, but then I thought the writing got better last season. And this final episode put me right back into hate-watch territory.

My law school had a few of them, that's for sure.
Also, there was this law firm in Chicago that had a reputation of hiring young, pretty women attorneys. I also remember seeing their job postings and getting a chuckle out of what they wanted their applicants to send, which consisted of the following: resume, cover…

Also, you can't forget the articles where Allison Williams talked about how she painstakingly prepared for that scene. Somehow I have a feeling that Allison may not be that far off from Marnie, personality-wise.

Probably more masturbatory than that.
I would prefer more Animal House style epilogue..
"Marnie Michaels was defenestrated by her roadies while on tour in support of Mumford & Sons in Dayton, Ohio"

I have to admit that I have no real desire to see this last episode. We've already had the ending, and nothing else needs to be said.

You're not alone. Shosh never really grew in the entire series. She started off as a starfucker, ditching a group of friends because she thought her cousin Jessa and her friends were hip and cool. Then by the series' end she ends up ditching those friends for another group who she thinks are hip and cool. And Shosh…

Feckless Whores is a great name for a band.

It will look great with the Dante Hicks award I got after finding out my girlfriend sucked 37 dicks.

Here's hoping Shoshanna has some tryst with a corpse in an unlit restroom while thinking it was actually Ray…

Pity, because "12 Inches of Snow" was such a great album title for him. I really wish I could have listened in on the meetings about that title.

Good to know. But I was looking forward to to going along with the conspiracy theory. I even made my own tinfoil hat and everything.

If the writers for the AV Club live in Chicago, they know what Jarritos are.

Gretchen: "Hey, who wants to touch the crabs in my touch tank?"
Such a great line.

I agree with you on the intentional aspect to Sosh not being around much. I don't think she was ever supposed to be around much. After all, she is Jessa's cousin, is younger than the others, and was a bit of a hanger-on. I brought up her schedule only to refute the idea that she hasn't been doing shit aside from this…