Younger Recap 2.10: Tell the Truth
Without another word about the hot yet gross sheep farmer from last week, Younger delves back into Liza and Josh. Liza starts her workday seeing Josh in the party pages
Continue ReadingWithout another word about the hot yet gross sheep farmer from last week, Younger delves back into Liza and Josh. Liza starts her workday seeing Josh in the party pages
Continue ReadingYounger opens with Liza baking. Like a fiend….She finally admits to someone (Maggie, so does it really count?) that Josh’s article came out the way it did was her fault
Continue ReadingThis week’s episode of Younger begins with some celebratory news from Josh. T magazine (aka the New York Times‘s magazine) wants to profile Josh as part of a “Young Creatives”
Continue ReadingJosh and his band are headed to play a music festival upstate, and Liza is going to meet them there in this seventh episode of Younger. Maggie tries to prep
Continue ReadingHello, 40-year-old shoulder! Liza wakes up barely able to list her right arm past shoulder height. After hearing a litany of maladies that happen when you’re 40, Liza is a
Continue ReadingLiza wakes up in Josh’s bed to the news that Caitlin has started following Josh’s band on Instagram. Liza is not having it. Using the excuse that her daughter is
Continue ReadingThis episode of Younger starts off with a bang! Maggie and Lauren have a bedroom scene! We finally see Maggie and Lauren together (Debi Mazur looks good) instead of just
Continue ReadingThe group is celebrating Millenial’s inception. Josh is surprised to learn that Liza has not, in fact, told Kelsey about her real age. Liza’s solution? To just not hang out
Continue ReadingEpisode 2 “The Mao Function” When Liza gets back to the apartment after her quickie with Josh, Caitlin is waiting for her. Liza comes clean about dating Josh, but fails
Continue ReadingYounger is back! All you Josh and Liza fans can finally see what happens after the big 4-0 reveal. We start season 2 with a lesson in puncuation. Here’s a
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