Well kids. We’ve reached the end of the roller coaster that has been season one of Girls. And what did we learn? Let’s recap, shall we?

1) We learned that deep within the Polish village of Greenpoint, Brooklyn lies a breed of semi-privileged white chicks with boy problems. From that, we also learned, I hope, that as much as we should not boast about our individual wealth or opportunity, there is nothing fucking wrong with being a semi-privileged white chick, and for that matter, there is nothing fucking wrong with writing a television show about it. Kapisch?

2) We learned that when you’re an asshole to your ultra doting boyfriend, who yes, may have some character flaws, but would throw himself in front of a moving B62 if you asked him to, you will eventually get burned and replaced by a “Navajo hipster” named Audrey who is small and spritely and ultimately a better fit for your poor, innocent man.

3) We learned that “all adventurous girls” have HPV. So please wear a condom. Protect yourself.

4) We learned that if you repeatedly fuck a guy who treats you like shit, and occasionally pees on you in the shower, if you chase him long enough, he will turn into a blubbering romantic as though having undergone a lobotomy. One day you will wake up and instead of spanking you and calling you a dirty little whore, he will be showing you home videos from his childhood and giving your besties dating advice. Right? That always happens.

4) We learned that being a virgin is a-OK!

Anything else? Sure. But these four seem to stick out quite clearly from the pack.

A friend of mine who plays in a band and recently made his way to Brooklyn for a small show, was accosted by an old friend who had gotten a litttttttle (read: embarrassingly) too tipsy and proceeded to scream at him that, “there’s more happening in the world than [his] hipster lifestyle!” Well, is there? I mean, yes absolutely. But also, is it so horrible to live your life revolving around the culture and environment that your generation has thrown together for you? I think not. And so, in the final episode of season one, I think I finally kind of got “it”. I’m no longer searching for flaws or nitpicking at Hannah’s oddly shaped breasts (but really, why do they look like that??) (And also, power to ya Lena for being a fearless individual and please tell me to fuck off for the previous comment).

As we saw at the end of last week’s episode, the girls are separating from their Brooklyn abode, and though we suspected that Hannah would have to be the one to find her own way, in fact Marnie makes the move and finds shelter under the watchful eye of our resident virgin with a mild personality disorder, Shoshanna. The queen of this mother-effing show.

Upon her arrival at Shosh’s Chinatown abode, we realize that Jessa has mysteriously disappeared, though the mystery is soon solved. In a perfect finale opportunity to get the whole gang in one room in order to tie up a plethora of loose ends, it turns out that Ms. Jessa is a blushing bride and getting married to no other than the awful, screaming yuppy, Thomas John (Chris O’Dowd) and officiated by none other than current SNL star Bobby Moynihan. With Marnie, Shosh, Hannah, Adam, Charlie, Ray and Jessa all in one cozy spot, and the likes of ex-gay-boyfriend Elijah and of course T.J., there is no escaping.