We viewed two or three episodes of this show, just to give it a chance, but it was too hard to watch. Do we really need, yet another, series about how terribly wrenching it is to be a rich, spoiled, self-centered denizen of Hollywood? Entitled children, people with housekeepers and nannies, folks who have to make the harrowing choice between some personal yoga retreat in Nepal and a new Porsche? I'm sure that Hollywood actors, writers, producers, or whatever, find themselves endlessly fascinating, but all the little ironic jabs at Gwyneth Paltrow aside, this is a showcase of elitist, pretentious, drivel. The writing is just lazy and trite, the unemployed husband trope doesn't make it edgy, feminist, or hip, and really
Genine Garofalo as one of the mean girls? I can't believe there's a second season, but then, I still can't believe that George Bush was president.
Review of Girlfriends' Guide to Divorce
