There were lots of reasons to love Euphoria and to miss it now that the season has ended, but the biggest reason came at the end.
Let us start from the outside and work inward: the cinematography was liquid gorgeousness. The music was dope. The makeup was EVERYTHING, especially the gold chain eyeliner. (follow @donni.davy on IG for more). It had a hilarious in-joke about The Wire.
But, the show most excelled at delving into the psyches of the characters (and by extension all of us) by having their motives called out. Regardless of what Rue claims, she IS a reliable narrator; childhood rejections and recognitions set in motion the belief structures for each of the characters. These beliefs then all collided with one another as adulthood approached. Many beliefs centered around how the character wanted to be seen by others, and how they subsequently, rapidly, taught themselves to cater to people’s neuroses to get what they themselves needed to maintain stasis.
How one saw oneself was secondary, but it was a strong undercurrent, which bodes well for the characters’ future, offscreen self-actualization journeys.
In the finale, Jules proved herself to be one of the more self-aware teenagers ever by summing up her modus operandi, which doubles as a gift to the viewer for providing the most compelling case for transgender acceptance in the modern canon.
To Jules, to conquer men is to conquer femininity, and after conquering femininity she wants to, “fucking obliterate it. And then move on to the next level.”
Here’s to you, Euphoria: you may be in recess, but your thought-provocation lives on.