After finding myself rolling my eyes at yet another Internet ad for HBO’s new series, Girls, I had to finally admit to myself that my aversion to Lena Dunham is because I’m utterly and completely jealous of her.
I’ve never wanted to be that girl who dislikes other girls simply because they have something I don’t. I try to be supportive of my gender because we girls need to look out for one another. I think Dunham said it herself in a recent interview, “a success for one woman is a success for all of us.”
Or she could have not said that, I’m not sure. I’ve read so many freaking articles about her lately, I can’t keep track. But if she did say that, maybe she’s right. Maybe she’ll pave the way for us narcissistic twenty-somethings who love talking about our less than unique neuroses and “problems.” We need a champion, damnit!
Or maybe she just fucked us all.
My contention with Dunham developed after viewing the first 20 minutes of her freshman feature, Tiny Furniture. My initial excitement for the film quickly turned to revulsion when I realized that not only could I not relate to the film, but I couldn’t understand what all the hubbub was about.
I’m not jealous of her, but I don’t really appreciate what the show is trying to convey, and how it is being picked up as a looking glass into the 20-something experience. I don’t know anyone like these girls, and it kind of pisses me off that our generation is depicted as being so white-washed and privileged in this show.
To make it worse, the crew of writers working on the show have made some really obnoxious and clueless comments about the reception of the show (comparing it to Precious– wtf?). I wonder if it’ll last the whole season.