“’What’s this show about?’ ‘It’s about two Jewish girls living in New York City...’” First time I was ever introduced to Broad City, I was sitting on a couch with two people roller coasting funky concoctions of drinks and enjoying copious bong hits. I don’t smoke or drink so it felt mostly like the TV was turned on just to keep me entertained, and I so was. Three episodes in, I found myself screaming “YAS QUEEN!” and wishing so desperately for Abbi Abrams to be promoted to trainer. In a span of just over an hour, I was emotionally invested into the characters, and physically hurting from laughing so hard. How had I been missing this? From the first televised episode to the last, Broad City is hilarious. You can stop reading now, create your Hulu account, watch seasons 1-3 and die happy and fulfilled. But I implore you to keep reading. What quickly becomes clear in the show's dynamic is the cadence and chemistry that has been perfected between its stars Ilana Glazer and
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