Globes Groan: Lena Dunham
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Oh my Lord with the Dunham and the backlash and the whiplash. Why is it that everyone else can have opinions about everything else but the Lena Dunham situation makes it impossible to have a dissenting opinion?
After watching last night I have to suspect people feel protective of her. She’s so gosh-golly and I forget that part of it. I expect a girl writing about city life and disappointments and whatnot to be a little more world-weary, and she’s totally not. It should be charming.
But she still bugs me a lot ... and I finally figured out why.
Lena Dunham is The Truman Show.
Let’s say for the sake of argument that Girls was the best comedy of last year (first of all, it’s stretching the boundaries of a comedy, which the HFPA doesn’t usually go for), and that it deserves the award. That’s fine. I can deal with that.
But Lena Dunham gets up and talks about how much it means to her. How much she feels accepted and validated and honoured that people like her work. Is it only hers? The show Girls is not an experiment for the social acceptance of Lena Dunham, you know? Judd Apatow didn’t make it because he thought it would be nice for her self esteem, he did it because he thought it would be good for him too. HBO is not making the show because they want her to feel better about herself.
Like I can enjoy the program or not, and I reserve the right to still be on the fence about that, but it’s like if I’m not on board for the Raising Up Of Lena Dunham’s Inner Self then I’m somehow barred from understanding?
Look, if nothing else, I can comfort myself knowing that I’m not the only unkind person who thinks this way. Did you see Tina Fey’s face when Lena was talking? Oh sorry, my work got YOU through middle school? Oh well, in that case, I can rest easy, then.
It’s fine. It’s fine. I’m just saying, how about trying a little self awareness? Is it millennial to never, ever be embarrassed?