Girls is about as much the antithesis of Anne of Green Gables as a series about young friends could be.
So it entertains me that Allison Williams here is apparently channeling Diana Barry, albeit with a lace sunburn on her arms. I hope this portends an arc on Girls in which Lena Dunham cracks slates over people’s heads, sells her stories to baking-soda companies that turn them into ads, and floats down the river while reciting the Lady of Shalott. That actually doesn’t sound too far-fetched, now that I’ve written it down. If anyone would skip out on her life for a day to reimagine herself as a tragic heroine in a canoe, it’d be one of those people.