That's it, guys. Last night was the season finale of Girls for season three, and Adam summed things up best when he asked, "Can't one thing ever be easy with you?" The answer for both his relationship with Hannah and the makings of addictive television is: Nope. The final episode was arguably the best show of the season, exposing the growing pains of adult relationships – and the very real difficulties of applying makeup like a celebrity. (On that last note, gotta love Hannah's constant clownishness, especially those bulby yellow pants in the opening scene).
It was time for these girls to feel some of the consequences of their self-centered actions, and three outta four shits hitting the fan ain't bad. Shosh won't be graduating college now because ... well, because she never had the balls to kick Jessa and her bugger sugar buddy out of her apartment (talk about study distractions). But instead of screaming at Jessa, she howls at Marnie, who, mostly oblivious to Shosh's depression, decides it's a perfect time to admit that she's been boning Ray. Nothing but these four actresses breaking their contracts can ruin the bonds between these women. After a quick bed wrestle, it seems Shosh and Marnie are friends again. Plus, that confession made Shosh realize she actually loves Ray. Really, though, she just loves being a grown-up. And Ray rejecting Shosh's pleas for reconciliation allows her to be a grown woman on her own. She doesn't need a relationship to make that happen, a theme that hits throughout the show.
The deeper theme here is that relationships in your twenties can quickly get brutal. Who you love and what you love doing don't always match up evenly.
Speaking of grown-ass women, looks like Hannah got into grad school in Iowa, and she says she's going. I guess throwing a tantrum at your publisher and your magazine boss only leads to better things in life. Seriously, though, I loved this storyline, even with all its quirks. (Hannah busting into Adam's dressing room on opening night to break the long distance relationship news – who does that?) But the deeper theme here is that relationships in your twenties can quickly get brutal. Who you love and what you love doing don't always match up evenly. The evolution of Hannah and Adam from bed buddies to two creative people with competing career needs adds emotional depth to the show. And I really dug that the last scene was Hannah grinning and holding ... not Adam, but her grad school acceptance letter. You go, girl.
Even Jessa's character arc got (slightly) complicated. The artist she offered to assist turned out to appreciate her ethical haziness more than she loved her artistic eye, and asked Jessa to administer her pills for an assisted suicide. The situation gives Jessa the chance to move from being Girls' "jaded hottie" to "jaded hottie with a conscience" when the artist changes her mind mid-pill binge and demands an ambulance. Jessa remains the Frank Underwood of Brooklyn, though. She's one icy asshole.
And then there's Marnie, whose smug face I will be so happy not to see for a year. We had to watch her whine about being dumped for half the season and then get all soupy-pantied for the douchiest open mic dude ever. So they kissed. And his girlfriend was pissed. And Marnie got even more smug. I'm just gonna say it: I hate her. And I hate him too. They're both terrible cliches in a show that does a pretty good job of avoiding that stuff overall.
So now what? The show's over until next year, so we have to wait to see if Hannah will really move to Iowa, or if Adam will do any more terrible plays about ye olde England. You can spend that time debating if James Taylor really lives his life in an "honest way," per Marnie's comment, or you can jump over to Doll & Em and see what awkward female friendships look like when they're set in LA instead of NY.