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Enjoy! Dareise
Whew! I have to start there, because this episode still has me on the edge of my seat trying to predict how all of these conflicts/real-life shit will play out for our beloved (some a little hated) Insecure characters.
When I tuned into Season 4, episode eight of Insecure and saw Issa, skin glowing as bright as her smile, clad in a red designer cutout blazer, fall flat on her face in front of everyone at a bar where she was meeting up with Lawrence to talk, I burst into a loud laughter that was refreshing to my heavy spirit.
I was in my late twenties when I decided to try therapy. I’d always been excellent with self-reflection, ambitious and had a positive mindset, but for about a month or so after a few transitions in my life (job, relationship, move); I couldn’t tap into my spark like I’d done many times before, and I wanted a professional, unbiased view on why.
Last fall I took the journey of a lifetime to South Africa. It almost didn’t happen. When one of my friends presented the trip to me in April of 2019, I almost let fear stop me from going. Although I love to travel, I don’t like flying, especially for 24 hours, which was the total time for our journey to Africa.
Once upon a time in my twenties, I was Condola, the new character Lawrence is dating on this season of Insecure. She is Lawrence’s love interest, unbeknownst to Issa, who has developed a business relationship and personal rapport with her. When Issa finds out they are dating, she decides to continue working with her. Molly advises against it, and although things are not the best between the besties, her thoughts do have some merit. I know this from experience.
Although we’ve had to wait almost two years for Insecure to return for its fourth season, after three episodes, I think it was worth the wait. The first episode opens with Issa lying on the couch, cell phone up to her ear in a scarf and tee-shirt watching the fictional show Looking for Latoya.
As Rose Cranberry, the host, gives details about the last time the missing woman was seen, Issa says to the unknown caller, “Honestly, I don’t fuck with Molly anymore.” She sighs a little and the camera returns to the show as Cranberry asks, “What happened? Who’s responsible? Did anyone see this coming? Could anyone have stopped it?” (She also asks is Latoya missing or murdered, but that doesn’t fit with what I’m trying to do here, lol) I immediately connected these questions to Issa and Molly’s friendship and wondered how it all went wrong.
How did these two best friends, two peas in a pod, besties for life and down-for-each-other- through-whatever girls, come undone?
Five weeks ago, my usual preparation for one of my journeys to Wegman’s or Target consisted of choosing which sweatshirt, jeans and shoes were the most comfortable to wear as I walked around the store placing the items on my shopping list, and many that were not, into my handheld basket.
Four weeks ago, that preparation changed to include a face mask, disposable gloves, hand sanitizer in my purse and a mental shift to remember to stay at least six-feet away from other patrons and fight the impulse to pick up the candles and smell them, or the random kitchen gadgets that I don’t need, but may purchase (my apple slicer and garlic mincer were worthy investments, lol).
What a difference a week made.
