I wasn’t immune to the Girls virus. Season 1 hit me just as hard as it did scores of other viewers, with witty dialogue, complex plots, and well-crafted characters. But for me, Season 2 hasn’t had the same spark, and the most recent episode, “Video Games,” demonstrated exactly why that is.

In “Video Games,” we have a clearly delineated A Plot and B Plot: Jessa’s struggle with herself and her family (for all the episode’s drama) and Hannah’s UTI, sexcapade, and other wacky hijinks (for all the episode’s comedy). Their stories only barely interact until the very end, when Hannah has a (questionable) insight about her own family, just in time to wrap it all up.

This isn’t a new development. What used to be a strong ensemble cast seems to have gotten gradually more dilute as Season 2 plods on, with either a “Hannah + Girl of the Week” format, or multiple girls with their stories in near complete isolation. The complex web of social interactions from Season 1 seems to have been swept behind the couch, making the relationships now feel stilted and illogical.

But it wasn’t all bad. In fact, the two storylines in this episode are a reflection of my thoughts on the show’s first season versus its second. Jessa’s story was powerful, real, and relatable in a way that made Hannah’s, with all its cheap shots and predictable twists, look that much weaker in comparison.

What’s worse, the show seems to have abandoned the depth and complexity it afforded some of its characters in favor of going out of its way to vilify them. Hannah (who declares her disdain for whippets during the car scene, and is heavily implied to be sober) has sex with Frank (who is shown on screen taking a whippet) while he is in an altered state of mind. It’s dubious consent at best, and rape at worst.

The show goes on to harp on Frank’s relative age and inexperience, and what could have been a poignant look into how we navigate such grey areas of consent instead devolves into feeble and predictable jokes about Frank’s virginity. It’s a trite and tired bid for laughs based on a character’s sexual choices, one that stopped being funny around the same time jokes about promiscuity did.

Hannah’s badgering effectively shames Frank out of confronting her about what happened, and frees her from acknowledging what she did. It wasn’t funny, and it didn’t make Hannah “real” — it made her repugnant.

Girls has always sported unapologetically self-involved and flawed main characters. It was something the show had going for it, that drew me and many others to watch in the first place. But there comes a point when characters stop being interesting and lovable in spite of their flaws, and start becoming one-note personifications of them. Girls, it seems, is fast approaching that point, and if it does, that’s when I’ll walk away for good.