I’m the Maxine
Thoughts after watching Season 3 of Ginny & Georgia
Ginny & Georgia Season 3 just dropped on Netflix, and yes, I know it’s dramatic and cheesy and a little over the top, but I love it anyway. My husband groans every time he walks in while I’m watching it, but this season, I couldn’t stop.
Especially when it came to Maxine.
Max’s storyline hit me hard this time around. Maybe it was the way she overthinks every interaction, or how she tries so hard to be everything for everyone, or maybe it’s just that—she feels like me.
I’m the Max.
I’m the Max in the friend group—the girl who replays every conversation, wondering if I said too much, or too little.
I’m the Max who keeps everything bottled up until it spills out all at once.
I’m the Max trying to hold everyone together, even when I’m struggling quietly in the background.
I’m the Max—the one who goes above and beyond, asks too many questions, shares too many ideas… and when the room goes quiet, I wonder if I’ve said too much again.
I’m the Max who wants to know how everyone else is feeling—while struggling to name my own feelings out loud.
I’m the Max who pours all her energy into helping everyone else, and forgets to save any for herself.
I’m the Max who takes silence personally. One cold shoulder and I spiral, convinced I did something wrong.
I’m the Max who’s always part of the group chat, but never quite the center of it.
I’m the Max whose friends have drifted—not out of malice, just mileage and time and growing up.
Watching her this season felt like seeing a version of myself on screen—awkward, emotional, loyal, a little much. But also real.
So here’s to the Maxines of the world. The ones who care too much. Who try too hard. Who feel everything, all at once.
We may be a lot, but we’re also never not loving with our whole hearts.
And honestly, the world could use more of that.
