I've waited my entire life to find a protagonist I can relate to and although Phoebe Waller-Bridge didn't write Fleabag just for me, that's what I'm telling myself. Someone somewhere has written exceptionally and extensively about why this is the freshest television today (as is Michaela Coel's "I May Destry You"), so go read those reviews and then come back and read this: BINGE BINGE BINGE. Like, make some snacks, get comfortable, turn off your phone, and check out. Beautiful, hilarious, sad. Several times I found myself holding my breath. I cried when it ended. All the best to you on your Fleabag journey!