Working Girl

Photo Credit: Jojo Whilden/HBO
Photo Credit: Jojo Whilden/HBO

I’m clearly a card-carrying member of the as-yet-to-be-created Lena Dunham fan club. But even if I weren’t mildly obsessed with her, I would still be impressed with her recent appearances at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and on Alec Baldwin’s Here’s The Thing. These interviews reveal a fiercely intelligent, self-assured young woman who, unlike her character Hannah, is too busy working her ass off to fret about whether or not she is the voice of a generation. Due to the seemingly confessional nature of Girls, Dunham is often confused with her character (and there are obviously similarities between the two, like their propensity for going pantsless). But the Hannah of the first two seasons would definitely not be capable of writing, directing, and staring in her own film; creating an award-winning television show; and then securing a lucrative book deal—all before the age of 27. The only writing Hannah has completed this season is a one-line, coke-induced epiphany  about raising show dogs and a meandering essay that reveals little more than her inability to accept criticism. This disconnect between the insecure, unfocused Hannah and Dunham herself has led critics as well as Internet commenters (always a civil lot) to claim that Dunham doesn’t deserve her success, that she is just lucky, that she is merely the product of nepotism, etc. But you don’t end up with this resume at the age of 26 by mere luck or connections. Many wealthy celebrities have children, but very few of these children are creating provocative and entertaining work (or doing much of anything that doesn’t involve blow). In these two appearances, Dunham—who has become emblematic of a generation defined by anxiety, discontent, and apathy—reveals the confidence and ambition of a millennial who isn’t content to remain in her parent’s basement. Continue reading “Working Girl”

In Defense of Narcissism

Photo via Above The Law
Photo via Above The Law

Since Montaigne first wrote about the absurdity of the French class system by describing bathroom habits, the essay has been a heterogeneous mix of philosophy and autobiography. With loftier goals than mere memoir yet easier to digest than a dry brick of text (I’m looking at you, Hegel), the essay has functioned as the means by which smart people comment about the human condition by staring in the mirror. However, when women write essays in today’s media climate, the gates of narcissism are apparently thrown open, civilization is eroded, and we are all left yearning for the days when old white men wrote about the serious world in clear, terse prose. Continue reading “In Defense of Narcissism”

Weekly Girl Crushes: When You Can’t Watch Mad Men…

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Photo credit: South Florida Gay News

Global warming autumns are now so common that I no longer find it odd to be wearing a tank top and shorts on a September afternoon (whether it is appropriate for a 29-year-old to don such an outfit is another question entirely). Apparently, television and film are mirroring this climate trend because we are still mired in the late-summer pop cultural doldrums despite having already celebrated Labor Day. Now is, therefore, the perfect time to delve into those books, films, and lesser known television shows that can sustain us until Mad Men returns and the Oscar season officially begins. Continue reading “Weekly Girl Crushes: When You Can’t Watch Mad Men…”

The Taming of the Douche

Image Credit: HBO
Image Credit: HBO

If all you had to do to get a male New Yorker to commit was ask him to be your boyfriend, NPR wouldn’t have just run a story about the ever increasing number of never-married females populating the five boroughs. Which is to say, I don’t buy Girls’ transformation of Adam from a never-returns-a-text canoe builder to the fantasy boyfriend who professes his loves and wants to cohabitate after three weeks. I dated the canoe builders when I was younger (in my case, it was a potato farmer), and they didn’t magically become commitment enthusiasts after spending a few weeks having sex and listening to my gender studies theories. They transformed into ex-boyfriends.

Adam Driver demonstrates great comedic timing and a unique ability to use his body to delineate character, and I’m glad Dunham is giving him material beyond amateur porn monologues. But where did the douchey, shirtless Adam go? When did he grow a vagina? Why so much plaid? Even though I appreciate the climactic Bushwick scene in which Adam slams Hannah for her self-absorption (after she slams her own nose into the pavement), I don’t believe the show earns their final brawl. Hannah obviously needs to end the season pushing away a man so Dunham can highlight Hannah’s inability to view individuals as more than creative fodder, but she elides the arc of the Hannah/Adam relationship to arrive at this conclusion. So I don’t buy it. I don’t buy it any more than I buy the surprise wedding between Jessa and that guy from Bridesmaids. Continue reading “The Taming of the Douche”

Girl Fight!

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Image Credit: HBO

When most sitcoms depict women fighting, it goes a little something like this: cue the laugh track as the girls grab each other’s hair and spin around in circles before realizing they are girls and, thus, must always get along and will subsequently be shaving each other’s legs by the end of the episode.  There will have been no hints of anger before this episode, and there will be no repercussions. Girls do not fight this way. Men fight this way, absent the hair pulling. In an, albeit clichéd, gender analysis of fighting, I would argue that when girls get angry, they tend to procrastinate. We seethe, turn passive aggressive, talk behind our friend’s back, and then return to seething for approximately six months until some minor issue breaks open the dam of crazy. There are obviously exceptions to this rule (e.g., drunk fights or fights with strangers in grocery stores), but most women are socialized to be nice, compromising, and agreeable. Even though we are encouraged to cry, we are not encouraged to become angry or confrontational even when the offending party deserves it. I don’t believe women are biologically programmed to act this way. We are sentient beings who become angry just like our male counterparts; however, we are forced to express it with a smile, so when the crazy dam does burst, it does so with a frantic, gesticulating, screaming flood. It’s at this point when we begin throwing toothbrushes and screaming about pubescent masturbation practices because of a poorly written book about a twenty-three-year-old’s dead boyfriend. Thank you, Lena Dunham. Thank you for writing a girl fight without a single strand of pulled hair and an abundance of seething. Continue reading “Girl Fight!”