“Younger” recap (1.2): Liza Sows Her Oats


Surely, I’m not the only one who wants to get their hands on Liza’s college essay: “Joyce Carol Oates and the Riddling Nature of Female Desire.”

After her internet presence is erased (well, tell that to the FBI) Liza calls her daughter Caitlin to basically explain why she’s now off the grid, even though it’s Caitlin who is off the grid—sitting on a bus in India next to a chicken. Anyway, Liza’s Facebook page is sort of lacking anyway, and I’m having way more fun hearing her make up false memories of attending Spice Girls concerts and a hand job on the bus at the same time of 9/11. Girl’s putting in serious effort. So much effort that when she runs into Josh, conveniently outside of his tattoo parlor—which he said was more of a “lounge” but definitely looks parlory, she curtseys and says “sir.” That Jane Austen is really rubbing off on her.

1Younger2.1 Catch me if you can, world wide web.

At the office, Diana is a hurricane of stress as per usual. It seems Joyce Carol Oates is releasing the “best book of her career” but the marketing has gone whack and another big author has a big release the same day. Diana knows JCO deserves more than this, but Liza’s input that the reviews must be “great” sends Trout into a storm again. Reviews mean shit, she says. It’s time to sell to a new generation, a generation she calls Liza’s “fetus peers.” That’s fine—Liza will figure out just how to sell this thing in no time, I’m sure.

For now, it’s lunch in the park with Kelsey and Lauren. Kelsey has a Swedish book to read—it was literally just translated and the author is in town talking to everyone. More importantly, it’s on both of Kelsey’s iPads, and her Kindle. Liza prefers the turn-the-page paper feel, no PDF necessary. (Which I totally support as a Generation X and Millennial in-betweener.) Like I could ever give up email. That seems really apocalyptic to be unacquainted with, but I’d toss a beeper on my jean pocket for old time’s sake, and we should never abandon paper. Oh, Lauren’s got her boobs out. And is taking selfies of her boobs. In the park. I support this, though. I live in Portland where I saw two girls walking topless down the sidewalk last week—free the nips, ladies.

1Younger2.2Fact: We all have nipples.

“I’ve gotta feed the beast,” says Lauren. Kelsey notices the onlookers—the gawking men taking their cameras out. Lauren encourages them to follow her on Twitter. By the time Kelsey and Liza make it back to the office, #ToplessTuesday and #lunchwiththegirls are both trending. Liza’s light bulb flashes and she pitches a crazy idea to Diana—what about releasing JCO’s book on a Tuesday? Liza says this could be really empowering for women, that they could run a viral campaign.

Diana plays tough cookies but she’s a ball-busting hustler and she wears on-point statement necklaces. Plus, I’m pretty sure her color wheel is only shades of white, black and gray. She needs her 70 percent dark chocolate and to get JCO’s agent on the phone. With a smirk, she leaves Liza and all of us watching wondering—is Topless Tuesday the new release date for the 76-year-old author?

At nightfall, Liza and Josh are out on their sexy Brooklyn couples date, where he dashes off to fetch her the town’s finest meatballs. Of course this is the perfect moment for a couple Liza knows to bump into her. The woman gushes and prods—the way women do, tenderizing the word “divorce” in the same sentence as “he’s a great catch.” When Liza says she’s fine, that she’s been staying with Maggie, her friend sounds mystified and worried even more. “Maggie? The lesbian artist? You could’ve stayed with me.”

As Liza shoos them off, Josh gets back with a basket of meatballs and a confused look on his face. Liza calls her friend “an old woman” who was looking for directions, kissy because she’s just very French. I love the land of television drama-comedy. In real life, your date would never buy this awkwardly placed moment for a second. Kinda like Lauren noticing Liza’s “crows feet”—lines around our eyes—and pointing out that its not typical for girls our age. But, that’s the sweet little current that’s taking place in Younger—age, and aging, and the fixation for how it defines, marks, and locates us in where we are at, how we see things, what we feel inside, and how far our boundaries go—what we’re willing to see, truly, and what we will turn a blind eye to, no numbers about it.

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