It’s about friendship.
When you are dealing with the gritty, grimy world of motherhood, when you are in the midst of a huge transition, when you are trying desperately to be authentic and define yourself truthfully while walking around with a little poop on your t-shirt all day, you need your friends. They’re what gets ya through. So this is a show about the friendship between these four women, but it’s also about all friendships. Friends in all seasons. Those transition friends, those in-and-out-of-your-life friends, those just-for-that-perfect-moment friends, those we-were-always friends, those you-are-my-lifeline-and-you-know-it-right? friends.
The show itself is a friend. Like Sex & The City was. It’s a girlfriend. She’ll take you out for some wine. Talk to you. And this is what she’ll tell you.
Don’t hide it. Don’t pretend you have it all together. No you don’t need botox. Take off the sunglasses and let me see you cry. Let me bare witness to your pain, your suffering, your triumph over impatience and whining, the way your kids love your grilled cheeses, the way you used your teeth to un-knot that shoelace, the way you let your kid blow his nose into his own shirt at Trader Joe’s.
The way you pulled over by a cop for drunk driving but in actuality you were handing the McDonald’s to the kids in the back seat.
Yeah, that’s funny. That’s good stuff right? It is.
You’re fine.
You’re better than fine.
You’re my friend.
