HOLIER THAN THOU. I don’t think I could handle being a Holly Yarkov, looking at things the way she did, seeing what needs be doing and what could be done. All the things she asked of herself and of others, BIG. Was I ever her though, and have the day in and day out of my life pushed all questions like hers aside? The way things were going it felt like she was almost here with me, where it’s just the day in- day out, minus the questions. Almost. But not quite as a lot of this is a real look at the life of a person in that stage of life where things are brand new, when things there are *exciting*. Except it’s also bout how that shine’s begun to dull with each real world encounter and with each moment of her expectations not quite happening. One thing that tugged at me: the closeness she’s got with her people. How she’d had all these notions of what they’d be and how they’d be later in the when. And that? That’s so me. But then, there’s real life and it’s not quite what you expect so couple her notions of Friends and Seinfeld, with early memories of heartbreak, feeling like she’s no place where she should as well as the little (then the big) let downs from people unexpected… well, was it empathy overdose, what she said? And Holly, she makes sense, in this real authentic way… of the not too perfect, but wants it to be perfect nonetheless kind of way. Hell, every single one in this is perfectly real in how imperfect they were. Where some are more imperfect than others, of course.