It's funny how the right people enter our lives when we need the most. Sometimes they enter our lives like a burst of fire, blinding us with their light and explosive mind fuckery. Other times we get the timid nudge of friendship, something we don’t quite register until much later and when we do, we are reflectively transported to a place of trust and devotion. And then there is Ilana and Abbi.
Broad City came to me at a time when I didn’t know I needed these girls. I was in my late twenties; my brother in his early twenties. We discovered the show separately before we ever watched it together in the studio and it was the PERFECT studio show. Funny. Sporadic. Spastic. I mean, what the fuck?! And these were girls having fun in a way we had only seen men have fun. The adventures were silly and the friendship was real. It was fucking real. Perhaps more poignant was how the show had come into our lives after we had moved to BC. All our friends were so far away. My brother missed his best friend and I missed mine. Watching Abbi and Ilana run around New York trying to catch a train, or watching them get high during a very expensive dinner of shellfish (which Ilana is CLEARLY ALLERGIC TO) meant so much to us during a period when we needed to be among friends. These were girls behaving badly. Girls living it up in shitty apartments, working shitty jobs, finding shitty or else really weird love in the weirdest of place. This is life in your twenties. It is about taking chances and fucking up and getting up the next day to do it all over again. And they did it together. It was a true friendship and we watched these girls grow throughout five harrowing seasons without any inkling of where it was headed. And then we came upon the final season and it made sense. It made so much sense that I was surprised that I didn’t see it coming. The show ends in the way that all great adventures must come to an end. Abbi decides to go Colorado in order to participate in an art program that will further her career as an illustrator. She is also so sick of the city. Sick of watching people take shits on the subway and sick of cleaning of bathroom pubes (however literal and figurative that sounds!). Ilana finds her calling in psychology where she will be able to better to use and even hardness all the weirdest and beauty that is Ilana Glazer. Her life will always be New York, shit on the subway or not. This is her home. It is in this way that the show comes to an end. We need to move on. We hit our thirties and realize that we can’t go on living like we are in our twenties. We need more. We need to define ourselves. We need to expand our minds with things more complex than drinks or drugs, less we become stunted and sad. It has to mean more. And it does mean something to have watched these girls grow alongside us. Ilana and Abbi part ways, forever friends, knowing they will always be friends, but life will be different. It is heartbreaking. Truly sad and perfectly beautiful. And just as the show is ending, my brother and I find ourselves packing for the future. Cimpoe Gallery is undergoing great changes and it is scary but it is also so very beautiful. Here was this little thing that we created back in 2016 and we had no idea what it was going to be. We tried something. Certain things worked and others didn’t but here we are, still standing. I am so excited for the future. There is so much work ahead of us and we will be tired; we will be exhausted beyond words. But God DAMN if we not creating something great. People spend their whole lives afraid to move to another city, afraid to pursue their dream job. They spend a lifetime with people they do not love in bad relationships, or else they settle. They settle for meaningless jobs. They allow to themselves to be told how live by religion or else some false sense of duty, giving themselves excuse after excuse as to why they are not really living. Don’t be like these people. There is a whole world waiting for you out there and there is a lot of bad but there is also a whole lot of good. So much good.
So Broad City ends. In a time when we ourselves are closing one chapter of our lives in order to start another, Broad City moves on. It ends exactly as it should. It is ends perfectly, with friends looking forward to the future, crying and laughing all at once because this is life. This is Broad City. 3 and 2 and 2 and 1……