Based on Handler’s non-fiction book, Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea, the show followed a boozing waitress (Prepon) who favors random sex over advancing her life in any significant ways. Given such an unsympathetic character, Prepon came across as loathsome, not emphatic, and Are You There, Chelsea? never seemed interested in making viewers care about her. Add on to that the weekly barrage of abrasively mean-spirited one-liners and you had a sitcom even less likeable than Whitney. Ouch.