Gallery Girls, Episode Two: Budgets, Bitches, and Flying Bechamel

Maggie, unlikely hero of Gallery Girls' second episode.

See our recap of Gallery Girls, Episode One.

When Gallery Girls debuted last week, people like us compared the reality show to HBO's fictional series Girls. And other people got all salty about it, saying the comparison is unfair because Girls is actually great and misunderstood and blah blah blah.

Our response? It's only an unfair comparison if you don't like Girls.

The characters on the HBO series are young, and trying to make it in New York City, and yes, they do act pretty entitled sometimes. But that doesn't mean they're unlovable. Same thing goes for the girls of Gallery Girls. Well, some of them, anyway.

Previously on Gallery Girls: Liz doesn't lift things. Kerri is interning. Maggie is the very dirt beneath gallery owner Eli's fingernails. Amy freaks out about her eyelashes. Chantal is drunk. Claudia worries.

We enter the episode through an Instagram filter to find a lone red Solo cup stuck on a fence outside End of Century. Claudia's there to clean up after last night's party. You remember, the one where Chantal slurred something about sailing away to Cuba to "just chillll"? Unsurprisingly, the Olsen twins' creepy cousin is two and a half hours late to help with the clean-up. "I got a good night's sleep, I did some yoga, and I had a French press coffee," she explains, just in case you weren't properly impressed that she didn't just hit up a Starbucks like some awful Manhattan girl.

Meanwhile, Kerri's back at her other job -- you know, the one that pays her -- so she can afford to keep interning / flustering Amy / networking constantly. She's in the lifestyle management business, which from her explanation involves catering to people like Chantal, but with money. Will she be able to juggle a real job and the fake one that's necessary to keep her on this reality tv show? We don't know, we were too bored to pay attention to most of this bit. But one thing did perk us up: the mention of Art Basel, "just the biggest art convention in the world," Kerri says, noting that it's also "a big networking opportunity." Again with the networking. Kerri Lisa: singlehandedly supporting the business card printers of New York.

Back at Eli Klein, it's Maggie's first day back, and she's pulled dog duty. Literally. Eli assigns her to fill the dog bowl with water, which is a shitty task, but one made worse by Maggie's exasperated eye-rolling and seeming inability to work a water cooler. As she complains that it'll take, like, a decade to fill this single bowl of water and bring it back outside, Liz and Eli sit side by side at their desks and talk casually about whether Maggie should add ice cubes. This goes on for longer than it has ever taken any person to fill a bowl with water.

Next, Eli tells Maggie to fold a bunch of plastic bags. "This poor girl has a degree in art history," Liz sympathetically points out, before going back to doing nothing to help or interjecting on Maggie's behalf. Not that she necessarily should; it's fun to watch Liz react to things in her very amused, uninvested Liz way. She speaks for the people, Liz does.

Next, it's nighttime, and the mean girls of Brooklyn are out on the town. (It has been pointed out to me how great it would be if they all lived in Bushwick, so that we could refer to them as the Witches of Bushwick, but I digress.) Things didn't work out between Angela and the photographer. [Nonexistent pause for nonexistent picking up of nonexistent jaws nonexistently dropping] So girl's on the prowl.