I know it's not called New Girls--and I know the theme song is very clear about who that girl is. But I think the time has come: we need to talk about Cece.

New Girl is a show that, in my mind, is nearly perfect. The writing is so true and sharp. The stories are silly enough to feel like escapism but always grounded in something straight out of the past six months of your life. And, with less than two seasons under their belt, the show has made us feel like we've known these characters for a decade--that's how well all of their outlooks, quirks and backstories have already been fleshed out (in the case of Fat Schmidt, literally).

All but one, that is.

Cece has long been the one nagging misgiving in the back of my New Girl fangirl mind. There's a clear physical boundary between her and the rest of the gang--she doesn't live with them. None of the everyday stuff that goes on in that den of broken-in leather--the flirtation, the unreliable plumbing, the crappy-day-mending--touches Cece.

And yet she's written into most moments of reflective group bonding. Handy rule: if there's sand, there's Cece. She crashed on the beach with the loft-dwellers, and she closed out season one with them in the desert. When she was devastated by her fertility issues earlier this year--and when she made the concentrated decision to settle down--it felt like we were picking up momentum.