Wide Angle More than a decade ago, when Girls premiered, I was one of the many voices who reflexively loathed its creator. Looking back, I know who I was really attacking. Photo illustration by Slate. Photos by Arsgera/Adobe Stock, Jason Mendez/Getty Images for Tribeca Festival, and HBO. In April 2012, when HBO debuted the first season of a half-hour satire of the lives of young women in New York, I took it rather personally. I was myself in my 20s, and although I had moved to Brooklyn only eight months prior, I was “going to be” a New Yorker too. There was something in the air that spring that made my future feel hopeful. Then, in my personal field of vision, Girls landed like a lightning bolt—a dramatic strike, seemingly out of nowhere, that suddenly became the only thing anyone could talk about.…