• Everyone creates a narrative of themselves and their lives in their heads. It is extended and edited forever until death.
• No one has absolute truth in their head, though many strive for it. (Value of this pursuit not at issue.)
• We sometimes gain access to narratives borne from other heads.
• If we engage only in narratives about characters who looked/acted just like us, that is sad and boring for our own narratives.
• If we engage in a narrative about characters who look/act nothing like us, it can be great, and adds pages to our own narrative.
• If we engage only in narratives about characters who look/act nothing like us, heads get messed up. Or heads will roll. We need avenues into our own narrative. We want to cast ourselves, as acting players, something more than an extra. If you can’t exist in your own head… then, what?
• Key = engaging in many narratives. Allowing and encouraging others to share theirs, making sure there is room, making others scooch over. There is room.

One side question I have is: what if Lena Dunham’s show had been named something other than Girls? Like, if it had not been named after a representation of a giant portion of living humans — not only female prepubescents, but folding in the female teenaged and the female legal-adults that, despite their lives/actions/experiences are still patted on the back (or worse) as though they were helpless prepubescents (or worse)? Would the other titled-show have caused just as much commentary on how the content doesn’t speak to many Girls’ experiences?

The TV guide said there’s a new show called Don’t Trust The B—- In Apartment 23; every word/dash makes the title’s meaning more specific (and didactic!), and the title becomes less likely to get huge swaths of the population riled up, simply because it’s a long title. Most of the population could lose their train of thought by the end, or they couldn’t be bothered to fit much commentary into their Tweet box. But GIRLS. GIRLS! It’s punchy, short, viral, an instant mashup of strip joint window lights and all the females you knew before and know now and imagine to exist (if you imagine them at all).

I’m not saying that I wish the show, this show I haven’t seen, had been titled Don’t Take Completely To Heart The B——-s [Brunettes] In Certain Echelons of Brooklyn. But that choice woulda been funny, right? And it probably woulda been cancelled. My only point on this side-question is: titles and words and lack of words can spin your brain right around.