Arielle Cruz ’15 wonders if there is a bad time to watch a comedy. ... Nope, there isn't.

Girls in review. Zach Zahos ’15 reflects on the uninspiring second season of HBO's Girls. Warning: This article contains season finale spoilers.

Someone get an icepack, more like an ice bucket, or maybe a glacier would be easier because Christopher Owens just got burned. Alice Wang '15 destroys Owens' album Lysandre and Owens along with it. I would feel bad if it didn't read so good.

Kaitlyn Tiffany '15 reviews the season 2 premiere of HBO's Girls.  She takes us through each of the four main girls' interesting, crazy, flawed and brillant plots.

Judd Apatow's This Is 40 finds laughs in toilet humor and marital hardships alike. Julia Moser '15 reviews this tender and genuine romantic comedy.

Arielle Cruz '15 lists some directors and writers you may or may not know; if you don't, their stellar output guarantees you will soon.

Alice Wang '15 recounts her five favorite, off-the-wall and inappropriate moments from HBO's hit comedy, Girls.

You can make fun of the French for just about anything, the protests ranging from petty to substantial. On the serious end of the spectrum, you have the occasional display of racial backwardness, the undeviating tendency to go on strike and the labyrinthine bureaucracy (try procuring a visa from the consulate; you’ll think you’re being ushered through the Château d’If).

Last semester, I dared my super macho Russian next-door neighbor to the ultimate test: “I dare you to sit through The Notebook and NOT cry.” Everyone cries during The Notebook. He didn’t. He sat through the whole movie and although his eyes were sort of glassy when the lights came on, my tears could have filled the entirety of Cayuga Lake.

Some things are never quite left behind from high school: the acne, the immaturity, the insecurities, the need for social acceptance, but most importantly, the unexplainable urge to create drama. We all claim to hate it and that we’re too good for it. But, come on. Who are we kidding? We’re not in high school, but our mentality is perpetually stuck in it. We thrive on drama because it’s probably the most exciting thing that happens in Ithaca other than a frat party and maybe acing a prelim. It always starts with something small. Then through a series of he-said-she-said miscommunications, one thing leads to another until it finally explodes and turns into an episode of Gossip Girl. And I’m not going to deny it: girls do start most, if not all, of the drama and insist on adding fuel to the fire. Sometimes, for absolutely no reason. Just because, y’know, you have to tell someone if Amanda is being, like, such a bitch — gawd!