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"Guys, I got very emotional during a certain part of HIMYM last night, and I think we all know what part I&amp;#x27;m talking about. KIDDING. It wasn&amp;#x27;t that. God, it surely wasn&amp;#x27;t that. Although I technically did feel some emotions during the 1,567,341st time the Ted-Robin thing was dredged up, if screaming &amp;quot;Dammit, Ted, just open your mouth and say no!&amp;quot; and slapping a couch cushion count as emotions. I hope the series actually ends with Ted moving to Phoenix or Palm Springs, somewhere it never rains, because the man cannot handle rain. It&amp;#x27;s his meteorological cue to wallow. I&amp;#x27;m getting off-course here. You get over there in the corner, Mosby, and don&amp;#x27;t you distract me again. No: The story line that poked at my heart last night was, obviously, Robin&amp;#x27;s revelation that she has no female friends besides Lily, and that she isn&amp;#x27;t good with women in general. So many feelings on this one, guys. From a TV-wonk standpoint, I kinda loved the writers for deconstructing the unrealistic setup of shows like this: There&amp;#x27;s a group of pals that do everything together and don&amp;#x27;t appear to have friends outside the gang. Without anything else tied up in it, Robin&amp;#x27;s super-sad bachelorette party would&amp;#x27;ve felt like a clever wink to that convention. And yet, the moment Robin&amp;#x27;s macho thing entered the equation, I felt a little torn. We have talked about the rise of the guy&amp;#x27;s girl on TV here before&amp;amp;#8212;some of you totally relate, others are all, huh? How do you have big circles of male friends without getting into hookup hot water? Teach me. One thing is certain: There are more guy&amp;#x27;s girls on TV right now than ever before. I separate Robin from this pack; over the course of nine blunt-talking, hockey-loving seasons, HIMYM, and Cobie Smulders have made her much more than someone who just happens to prefer barhopping with boys. Besides&amp;amp;#8212;and this ended up being the takeaway last night&amp;amp;#8212;she&amp;#x27;s got Lily. But maybe it was because of those great subtleties&amp;amp;#8212;because Robin is such a vivid character, because the friendship she shares with Lily is wackadoodle and unique&amp;amp;#8212;that I ended up wishing things went a different way last night. Robin had her faith in women at large temporarily restored by a woman whose hysterical tears turned out to be over a Rangers score; I got the gag. So guy&amp;#x27;s girl right now! The thing is, just as every woman doesn&amp;#x27;t want her colors to be blush and bashful (too early in the day for a Steel Magnolias reference? Nah), not every woman is catty. Or vapid. Or prone to crying in bars. In my book, you don&amp;#x27;t get more points for crying over sports, instead of a breakup, in a bar. And I say this as someone who watched, mostly in public, as the Yankees took the World Series from my beloved Phillies&amp;amp;#8212;while living in New York. That&amp;#x27;s why I would&amp;#x27;ve loved to watch Robin break down her difficulties connecting along lines of sporty girls v. shopping girls, or dramatic girls v. mellow girls, or career girls v. stoners&amp;amp;#8212;anything but jumping right to &amp;quot;I can only deal with men!&amp;quot; Then, the story line would have been as developed as the characters are. And speaking of characters, plural: BTW, Lil, I don&amp;#x27;t see you drowning in ladyfriends either. So perhaps something exploring the girls&amp;#x27; shared insecurities over not having a bigger clique would have hit home more genuinely. All this being said, the writers hit the nail on the head with that priceless line about Scherbatsky&amp;#x27;s metabolism being annoyingly fast. I&amp;#x27;d be mentally taking her off e-vites from here till eternity if I heard that one&amp;amp;#8212;so, shades of pink notwithstanding, I guess there are some things we all have in common. TV and feminist theory aside, though, can we get Robin a bachelorette-party do-over? Because I&amp;#x27;m still a little haunted by that image of her and Lily in the empty bar. Not because they weren&amp;#x27;t at the center of a screeching pack of penis-necklaced girls, but because they were sitting down. If you&amp;#x27;ve got one BFF to your name, own it. Get up. And look at it this way: more room on the dance floor for you guys. What did you think of the Robin/no-girlfriends thing? Photo: CBS"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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