I’ve never seen Girls,
partially due to the fact that we only recently got HBO and only because
Comcast offered it in a truce after a fight we had. I don’t have much of a
desire to see it because the characters just seem so self-involved and with so
little self-awareness, just from what I’ve read. Not that I can’t enjoy shows
about people who are self-involved with little self-awareness but I just think
I’ll pass, thanks. I can’t help but run across articles about Lena Dunham that
run on the websites I like and will read those articles when I don’t feel like
working but they don’t spur my interest in this woman. I have no position on
Lena Dunham. I don’t care about her acting, writing or directing. I’m sure
she’s a lovely and talented person but I don’t know if she will ever mean
anything to me. Even reading what other people think about her is exhausting
because it almost pressures me into thinking I should have some kind of stance
on her or her work or her public persona or What Her Work Says About Women and
I just don’t feel like taking a position, partially due to the fact that I am
not that familiar with her work and also due to the fact that there are plenty
of other books and TV shows and movies to sink my teeth into and I’m sorry, but
I just haven’t gotten to her yet. I don't care how naked Dunham gets on Girls or how she looks or what grand
statement her nudity might make or how many times she might crap herself while
eating a burrito naked during an OB-GYN exam and then do a bunch or coke and
cry and have sex six times with the gynecologist. I don’t care to debate how Girls deals with race. I truly don’t
care to read another exhaustive (and exhausting) think piece on what the show
signifies about how white 20-somethings live in Brooklyn today or whatever
bullshit fills the tubes of the Internet. If that floats your boat, go ahead
and float but I just truly do not care even a whit. Most of all, I have a
breathtaking disinterest in how Dunham looked in non-retouched Vogue photos (and thought that whole
thing was more embarrassing for Jezebel than it was for Dunham or Vogue) and cannot spur my brain to
process a debate on the politics of how a magazine might digitally alter the
neckline of a dress or the curve of an arm. Write your dissertation on it. I’ll
look it up on the campus library someday, I’m sure. And I know 400 words is a
lot to spend ranting about something I claim not to care about but, well,
that’s what I do here.
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