Bridgette embraces her "rat girl era" in Berlin - chain-smoking through galleries, amorously spazzing, and rotting gloriously in parks. When she's not stalking her child's father, she's inventing new ways to disappoint herself.
A woman is pregnant by a man who ghosted her. Her attempts to seek consolation from “friends” have been met with indifference. Nothing can remedy this situation, not even a bath or cup of tea. It’s not a surprise when “Homegirl” nearly has a nervous breakdown at a Woman’s Clinic in Crenshaw. Desperate LA: anti-romance on steroids. Can you relate?