Lena Dunham – My Kind of Girl

Lena Dunham

Lena Dunham has caused quite a stir and a ruckus with her book.  What’s that you say?  A literate, intellectual progressive young chick who has no fear of showing her boobies to the world on the weekly, sharing the ins and outs of her mental illness whilst challenging preconceived notions regarding feminism, sexuality and motherfucking fashion is kicking up dust?  How unusual.

And she is.  Unusual in the way of unselfconsciously ripping a hole in the soft focus veil that lays across most content featuring millennials that isn’t some mumblecore yawnfest version of real or a blinged out party doc.

As for the hubbub regarding her alleged sexual abuse of her younger sister, I say fiddlesticks and pshaw.  Clearly I was not there,  nor have I any information regarding this issue other than that which was included in the book(three one line statements, one of them admittedly unfortunately worded in an attempt at black humor and that sort of twisted cavalier tone our current climate strives to employ successfully) and that which I read on these here internetses.  The sister indignantly denies any abuse happens, as does Ms. Lena.  If the sister changes her tune, I throw my hat in her ring and believe the shit out of her, but as suspicious about the intentions, acts and words of humans as I can be, innocent until proven otherwise still holds strong in this land.

My thoughts about Lena after reading her book?  She is passionately weird, passionately loyal and generous and passionately passionate about many, many things as is the hallmark of the 20’s.  Everything is so big and shiny and important and omg, you could never understand the injustice of things or what it’s really like to be daring and debaucherous and fill up the night with ridiculous conversations and questionable decisions.  She manages to convey that pretentious/world-weary/narcissistic essence with insight, utter lack of pretension and/or world weariness and an Imma live how I feel right now and live it large attitude.  An unabashed self-focus.  Fuck all to if and when.  I find that balls out awesome.

As for the hullabaloo surrounding the privileged white girlness, girl be privileged and white.  She’s telling her story.  Do I think there should be more access to a variety of stories being told?  Well, duh squared.  But that’s not Lena Dunham’s problem to solve.  If HBO comes knocking on your door to tell your story, tell it the way it is and be proud of that shit you have created.  And then use that position to get someone of a different flavor’s foot in the door.

The very best thing about Lena; and, despite not knowing her, I can think of quite a few, is that she owns it.  All of it.  Not just the cool or the pretty.  And not just the awkward, humiliating or grotesque either.  Just the whole crazy kit and kaboodle, the whole fantastically mundane and stupendous shebang that is a human life.  This sort of sharing very fresh and of the now, very Tweetable and Insta-worthy.  But it’s also this amazing feminism explosion.  She’s sending girls/women/boys/men the message that women can be dope ass ballers who can compete in any arena and who can collaborate with, celebrate and uplift other women at the very same time.

I’d call that a win for feminism.

And I’d call Lena Dunham my kind of girl.

joules

I’m a 44 something Scorpio who does not at all enjoy getting caught in the rain. I’m a mom to one whirling dervish, a former child and family therapist and reformed social worker. I have fought the monsters called Depression and Addiction for a lifetime. I want to be a part of the kindness movement. I want to be honest and real, sharing my struggles and successes on my path with others navigating their own. I want to lift up other women and be uplifted by them. I want to honor the bits between right and wrong, black and white – the grays, the ish. The place where life is actually lived.

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65 Posts | Member since 2012-08-17
I’m a 44 something Scorpio who does not at all enjoy getting caught in the rain. I’m a mom to one whirling dervish, a former child and family therapist and reformed social worker. I have fought the monsters called Depression and Addiction for a lifetime. I want to be a part of the kindness movement. I want to be honest and real, sharing my struggles and successes on my path with others navigating their own. I want to lift up other women and be uplifted by them. I want to honor the bits between right and wrong, black and white – the grays, the ish. The place where life is actually lived.

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