So I went home last night with the intention of writing something thought-provoking and borderline academic for y’all. I had an outline in my head and everything….and then I turned on Netflix.

You know what that means.

Almost four hours later, I’d watched ten episodes of Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23. 

Now, if you’ve been to our blog before, you may have noticed that I feel rather strongly about how the media portrays women. I mourn the lack of quality, diverse women on the big and small screen, and I look forward to the day when someone hires me to pen the world’s next big thing, featuring a female lead that’s kick-ass and womanly.

So why watch a show that is, to quote a friend, “so obviously and disgustingly anti-feminist and shallow?”

Call it morbid curiosity.

Now, I can see why this show would be criticized. The “B—-“, Chloe (played by Krysten Ritter), is rude and obnoxious. She parties hard, has sex with strangers, and generally cares about no one but herself. Her best friend is Dawson’s Creek star James Van Der Beek (played oh so satirically by James Van Der Beek). She’s shallow; she’s selfish; she’s mean.  She is the epitome of the entitled white girl who lives the “fabulous life” and cares more about her shoes than world hunger.  She’s the kind of person I would never want as a friend.