So after watching the full season, which I sometimes hate-watched and sometimes like-watched, the ultimate message was clear: despite all its frank talk about abortion and HPV and sex, this show’s advances in the realm of progressive womanist television are very nearly undermined by its oblivious, exclusionist and unknowingly racist (the worst kind, no?) aspects. One would hope that younger people know better—that we have learned from the institutional racism and privilege of older generations, and that we’re all working toward something freer and more just. But even with all the race critiques of “Girls,” the conversation seemed to die off as the season progressed (and headed out to pasture with the rest of the race critiques of “Sex and the City,” “Friends,” “Seinfeld,” etc). Next season, the African-American comedian Donald Glover has a role. Yay. Thing is, no matter what, “Girls”—and white privilege, and class privilege—will keep on keepin’ on. It’s what Lena Dunham knows.