I wrote a bit of a rave about Showtime's "SMILF." If you haven't seen it, give it a shot.
There's something beautifully raw about "SMILF." You'd think this is some twist on what "Girls" was--a millennial with a mouth, but this one with less friends and a kid from day one. Instead, Bridgette is the anti-Hannah Horvath. She wasn't handed anything, she doesn't fall into holes of self-absorption, she has no time for the endless removing of lint Hannah and her crew were forever finding in their bellybuttons. Instead, Bridgette is busy trying to claw her way into an entertainment industry run even at its lowest level by young men as dumb as they are lecherous, juggling the realities of a son and the curious responsibilities of tutoring the offspring of the lazily wealthy, scrappily pursuing a dream to one day, maybe, play professional basketball. (Yes, a girl.)