Liza has to take care of her daughter and after she is told by a tattoo artist that she looks young she tried to use make up to pull off a twenty something year old woman and wants to take care of her job, her daughter and also cares for her boyfriend.
Still vibrant, funny, effortlessly topical, and entirely anchored by the remarkable Sutton Foster, if the opening episodes of Younger's second year are ultimately less satisfying than its first, it's only by a hair.
From the beginning, one of the sustaining charms of Younger is that Liza never seems to learn her lesson, and as she continues away with playing younger, the happier we are.
Younger remains slick and modestly sexy, but Liza's predicament - basically a Working Girl ruse, with an age-discrimination riff built into it - always seemed to come with an expiration date
The show-a little bit My Fair Lady, a little bit Sex and the City, a little bit Breaking Bad-revels in its ambiguities. Which makes it perfectly fit for an age that is no longer quite sure what adulthood means, what womanhood means, what growing up means.
