Hella Great Recap
Written by Issa Rae
Directed by Melina Matsoukas
Season 1 of Insecure left us reeling, as we all had to pick a team after Lawrence left Issa’s face on the floor, and his old Best Buy shirt hanging in their closet. #TeamLawrence felt vindicated from his last act of relationship shade. And #TeamIssa felt butthurt for her, wondering why he did her like that, after she said she was coming home. All ain’t fair in Love and Petty.
Season 2 is here and I’ve been waiting on it at the do’! Let’s get right into Season 2 of Insecure!
Dating Fail: Issa and Lawrence are in a restaurant, and he tells her that although he hurt her, they can move past it. She’s elated, only to be interrupted by the real person sitting across from her: some other dude who ain’t him. That conversation was brought to you by daydreams and wishful thinking. Instead, our girl is on a string of dates with random dudes. At first, she’s at least making an effort but by guy 3, Issa is so over this dating life that she drops a lukewarm rap that includes “I don’t wanna be here but my ex won’t take me back. So my broken a** is here small talking over apps.”
Moving On: Molly starts therapy but she’s being about as open as The Wall on Game of Thrones. She ain’t giving her therapist nothing saying, “everything’s fine.” Lady, if you’re gonna pay someone to listen to you, you better speak your truth. Later, on a hike with Issa, the two unpack the mess that is their lives. Neither one of them is getting penis, and dating is a sh*tshow. And Lawrence ain’t even talking to Issa. Only time he returns her texts is if it’s about their apartment or bills. Molly makes the point that dudes only want you when they know things are going well with you.
Elsewhere, Lawrence’s peen is at work, giving Tasha the bank clerk all the strokes. I was all eyeball emoji cause I’m that creep. He put in such work that she was outchea calling him “Zaddy.” Well zamn. Tasha, in all her buttnekkid glory agrees to them hooking up again later on in the week. It ain’t like he got much to do, seeing as how he’s crashing at his friend’s place, sleeping on an air mattress. His homeboy gives him props for his new setup of all through the weekend lovefest with Tasha, without having to even take her out in public. It’s the perfect friend with benefits relationship.
Disappointment Abounds: Issa’s home scrolling through the measly pickings of a dating app cause it’s hard out here for a lonely pimp. She finally gives up and goes to bed alone, only sleeping on one side, acutely aware of the empty right side. The next day is no better, as her and her coworker from We Got Y’all try to get unimpressed high schoolers to sign up for their afterschool study program. Those kids had no f**ks to give.
Molly’s at work doing a conference call when she opens mail that’s been handed to her. It’s a check for $6,991. Our girl fists pumps until she turns it over to see that it’s for her white male coworker, Travis. Ain’t that about a b**ch?
Turn up!: Issa goes to her mailbox and sees mail for Lawrence and she’s geeked! Now he gotta come get it which means he’d be forced to see her. Hey now. She calls Molly and says she wants to throw a +1 party: everyone comes with one single friend. Molly says she’s down, especially when work is getting on her last nerves.
At work, the other colleagues have great updates about their school programs. But Issa’s East 41st street is on struggle mode. Their boss wants to cut the school but Issa begs for her to give them one more chance to make it work. Issa gets a mini pep talk from Boss Lady who reminds her of the words of poet laureate Ice Cube who said, “you can do it if you put your back into it.” Lawrence texts Issa to say he’ll come get his mail after work the next day. It’s a winning day.
D**chebro Debacle: Molly’s at a going away party for one of her colleagues (Hannah), and she sees Travis. She mentions that she might ask for a raise, and the slacker who gets paid more than her chuckles. As Hannah is getting a toast, Travis, in all his d**cheb*ggery, says she’s being forced to downgrade to their Chicago office because she couldn’t handle the pressure. He even has the nerve to say if she didn’t feel valued, she shoulda just spoken up. Molly scoffs and says “Yeah, cause everyone automatically listens to a woman when she opens her mouth.” The “female at work” struggle is real and this d**chebro is living in his ivory tower.
Party Principle: Issa’s getting ready for her party, which is really an excuse to look busy for when Lawrence drops by. In her thirst, she runs through two weeks’ worth of outfit changes to pick the perfect ensemble. She settles for a tight black-and-white dress with cutouts. Because: subtle. The +1 party kicks off and it’s a bust so far. Molly’s +1 doesn’t even get a second look from Issa. And Issa’s +1 is her brother, Ahmal. Tiffany brought her husband and Kelli brought some random dude. The door rings and Issa opens it.
It wasn’t Lawrence on the other side. That disloyal h** is on a sushi date with Tasha, talking about how he needs to move. Yes, I am Team Issa. And?
At the party, Molly tells the crew about the white dude at work who gets paid more than her. Ain’t that just super typical? Tiffany has an aunt who gets paid less than her employees. Meanwhile, Kelli makes sure her white clients get less in their tax returns, as a form of cultural reparations. Ha! They’re all talking when Issa gets the text from Lawrence that he ain’t gon’ make it. Ouch! She walks out the apartment and her bestie follows her, knowing there’s something wrong. Molly figures out that the whole party was a ruse to get Lawrence to show up. Kelli interrupts, drunk AF and sees 3 dudes walking past the apartment building. She invites them to come join the party, and that is when the debauchery begins.
Turn Down: Thug Yoda shows up with his crew of Bloods. BTW, sis real name is Miles! Ha! Him and Kelli start hitting it off. People are rolling joints and even Tiffany grabs one. Anonymous Blood friend of Thug Yoda starts Crip walking for his life. A neighbor in a ratty robe shows up and tells them to quiet the noise, but no one’s listening. Issa is starting to regret this party when sh*t really goes bad. The garbage in the kitchen is on fire! F**k. Everybody runs out the apartment as Issa, Molly and Ahmal put the fire out. They do, but the wall near it is charred, and the apartment looks like the Tazmanian Devil ran through it. All of that and still no Lawrence. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Jacked: The next day, Issa and Frieda are back at the school tryna make the kids come to their tutoring program. They take over the school library and lay out good a** snacks like popcorn and gummy bears and habanero Oreos (who knew that was a thing?). They’re geeked when 2 boys walk in, asking them questions. Just then, 2 more kids come in and they all grab the spread of food and run out. Damn, you got jacked for your food. And that was a fail. Frieda says maybe next time they can do something different. Issa, probably more to herself than her coworker, says “sometimes you just need to know when to give up.”
Surprise Visit: Later that night, Issa is at home cleaning up the pieces from the failed party from the night before. The charred wall mocks her, and empty bottles give her the side-eye. There’s a knock on the door, and she looks in the peephole. It’s Lawrence. Meanwhile, she’s rocking some cotton boy shorts and a raggedy t-shirt. She doesn’t have time to change though, and besides, it doesn’t matter anyway. She opens the door and after an awkward hello, he asks for his mail. He’s still standing outside when she grabs it and hands him a pile. Then he says he left stuff in the bathroom, so she lets him in.
Lawrence grabs his stuff and they make small talk. He’s about to walk out the door, but he slams it shut, turns to Issa and kisses her face. Nah, I take that back. He tongue tackles her. The exes fall on the couch and all I see is nekkid a** (his) and all I hear is her moans. Girl, them draws came off at the speed of light and the closure romp happened so intensely that my jaw dropped and I clutched my pearls. And just as quick as it happened, it ended.
Lawrence gets up, pulls up his pants, and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes out the bathroom, says he gotta go and disappears out the door. How’s Issa? Well, she sits on the couch, smirking.
Bruh. Can we talk about how hard Issa and Lawrence jumped each other’s bones? All that passion between both of them. It was so hot! I mean, I did side-eye the hell outta dude, though.
All I know is that it is clear Season 2 of Insecure has zero chill. Judging by the end of Episode 1? We are in for an interesting ride. What will happen next with Issa and Lawrence? Will Molly fix her broken p*ssy? Will Thug Yoda and Kelli get something going? We shall see.
— Luvvie Ajayi