Leave Lena Dunham Alone!

Image Credit: Annie Leibovitz for Vogue
Image Credit: Annie Leibovitz for Vogue

Wasn’t it only last week that Lena Dunham was the Internet’s favorite body-positive darling? When she calmly responded to a television critic who objected to the presence of her insufficiently titillating body, she was lauded in a hundred feminist think pieces championing her rejection of television’s no-thigh policy. But apparently all that good will was shot when she had the audacity to have the bags under her eyes digitally removed. The horror!

After Dunham’s rather pretty Vogue spread was published on Wednesday, Jezebel posted a $10,000 bounty for the release of the unretouched photos. Was it because they didn’t believe she could look that glam? Of course not! Was it because they thought she’d look heavier in the originals? Certainly no! Was it because Dunham haters would flock to Jezebel in order to see unflattering images? Never! See, Jezebel was just trying to attack the harsh beauty standards propagated by the fashion industry and promote body acceptance. Clearly, because nothing screams “love yourself!” like pointing tiny arrows at the “flaws” in a woman’s face and figure. Continue reading “Leave Lena Dunham Alone!”

Bros Before Hoes

Photo Credit: HBO
Photo Credit: HBO

I learned a few important lessons from the second season of Girls: (1) Inventing an app will not only make a man wealthy but also inexplicably hotter and better at giving head; (2) E-Book editors enjoy quoting Tennessee Williams but hate reading about “Jane Austen type” friendships; (3) And when all of your female friends desert you, you should just wait for fun. to start playing, and a shirtless white knight will sprint through the streets of Brooklyn and break down a door simply for the pleasure of holding you. Female friendships, I’ve learned, are so 2012. Continue reading “Bros Before Hoes”

Sleeping it Off

Photo Credit: HBO
Photo Credit: HBO

While discussing the now infamous Girls episode “One Man’s Trash” with a group of 23-year-old girls who currently live in Bushwick, I heard the following critiques: the episode seemed out of place, it wasn’t funny, it felt like a slap in the face to an audience who really wants to hear Shoshanna say a few funny lines about emogees. Now that I’ve reached the ripe old age of 30, I feel that I can confidently say that these girls are simply wrong. The episode is distinct both structurally and tonally from the rest of the series, but this distinction is meant to startle the audience—to wake us up.

The episode opens with Hannah and Ray standing near a sign that reads “Don’t Ever Sleep Again.” As we follow them inside the coffee shop, Ray quickly gets into a screaming match with pretty, pretty Patrick Wilson over trash that hasn’t been put in its proper place. These two narrative signposts—sleep and trash—mark Hannah’s descent into a fantasy world of comfort and maturity before she returns to her discontented young adulthood. I’m not taking part in the is-Hannah-hot-enough-to-sleep with-Patrick-Wilson debate because (a) it’s stupid and (b) it also fails to take into account the way in which Wilson represents uncomplicated beauty—the type of beauty Hannah has previously resisted. To write Josh (I’m sorry, Joshua) off as a perfect brownstone ken doll is to miss the larger point that the attractive life he represents is ultimately revealed to be as hollow as Hannah’s claims that she is special because she is able to “feel so much.” On both sides of the 24/42 divide, we find loneliness, vulnerability, and a sense that something nameless is missing. Hannah tries a bit harder to name it but ultimately ends up taking out the trash and walking away. Continue reading “Sleeping it Off”

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”