Last year, one of the best shows in television came into my life: Broad City.

The story of 2 real, funny, clever, reckless girlfriends, Broad City is a show that the 20–40 female demographic desperately needed. Watching the New York-based adventures of Abbi and Ilana as they cause chaos among the coworkers, attempt to score weed and men, while maintaining the realest friendship on TV makes me and every woman I know so hopeful, nostalgic, emboldened, and excited. It’s not often that we’re allowed to see women be goofy and sex positive. It’s even rarer to see 2 women on TV not destroy each other over men or even constantly talking about their men.

Abbi likes her neighbor Jeremy but it isn’t all she talks about. She has a job as a janitor at a gym. She is a career woman who aspires to advance in her career and become a trainer. Her self-involved, meathead of a boss constantly taunts and tests Abbi, but she is resilient and always comes through for him, no matter how much he chooses to ignore her desires for a promotion and her career goals.

Abbi is all of us.

She also had one of the funniest moments in TV during the early parts of the second season when, during a massive heatwave, she found herself in an apartment with air-conditioning…alone.

She mimed out Lady Gaga’s “Edge of Glory” as she sauntered through that cozy apartment, reminding us all that it’s the little things like air conditioning in the middle of a New York heatwave, that need to be celebrated with the best pop song performances.

Meet Ilana. She is Abbi’s best friend, and she doesn’t give a single fuck. She wears what she wants, does what she wants, and commands the hell out of a room. She’s like Lucille Ball on LSD, and she is such a master of absurd physical comedy. She has a job (barely) as a telemarketer, and when she does manage to show up, she shows UP.

Her boss is on the verge of a nervous breakdown when she’s in the building and her coworkers are not her biggest fans but everyone loves Ilana despite her lack of expected social responsibility. She is ride or die for her bestie Abbi, even in the midst of going into anaphylactic shock over a shellfish allergy or doing a passport job of babysitting Abbi after a dental procedure.

Besides her devotion to Abbi, my favorite thing about Ilana is the way she handles her sexual relationship with her dentist homie/lover/friend, Lincoln, played with straightman coolness by the increasingly popular and funny comedian Hannibal Buress. She is not looking for anything serious, though it is obvious that Lincoln would wife her up in a heartbeat. As much as Ilana plays around, she doesn’t actually use this knowledge against him. It is what it is.

Although the show is a bit wacky and grounded just outside reality, it’s nice to see women perform antics like this on TV. They manage to be both funny and gritty while embodying the feminist spirit that so desperately needs to be shared on any network, especially the male-dominated sphere of Comedy Central.

It should go without saying that women are funny, but let it be known that our humor is not just Sex in the City or Girls, we have some Broad City in us as well. Thanks, Abbi and Ilana.