But the show isn’t getting complacent, subject-wise: The first few episodes weave rape, sexual experimentation, discrimination, death, and socioeconomic privilege into their storylines, but avoid shoehorning commentary or moralizing. Glazer and Jacobson proved in the first season that they could pull off outrageous without being tone-deaf or relying on stunt scenes—an admirable achievement for a show that centers on two self-absorbed female millennials. Sweet (flatulent) Abbi is often passive and self-doubting, given to bursts of energy and gall at the urging of Ilana, who is equal parts bullshittery and sincerity, and whose deep ignorance and irony are only sometimes redeemed by her sensitivity and good intentions.

More than the jokes and characters, where Broad City betrays its maturity and confidence is in its total commitment to Abbi and Ilana’s own delightfully skewed and insular reality. Some of the best comedy shows thrive from building and living within self-contained environments (Arrested Development, Seinfeld, Parks and Recreation), and Broad City’s second season looks equally eager to define the borders and contours of its own world. It’s been impressive for a show to find its footing so quickly and build on it (granted, Broad City was a cult web series before it found a home with executive producer Amy Poehler at Comedy Central, which just announced that the series would be renewed for a third season).

Abbi and Ilana’s world is, among many things, consistent in its inconsistencies: We never see Abbi’s roommate, whose repulsive-but-lovable boyfriend Bevers almost never leaves their apartment. And how does the maddeningly incompetent and perpetually underdressed Ilana still have a job? Their world is surreal, gross, and wonderful exaggeration of New York. A couple of callbacks to the first season—a miserable girl on the subway who looked like she just got Maced, Abbi sending a Facebook post out into the "cloud"—also help flesh out a cohesive and self-referential world.

Theirs is the kind of world that makes for immersive viewing, and that can elevate a show from just really funny to divine.

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