Yes, Lena Dunham, is not a skinny girl. Can we move on – jeez? People once again couldn’t WAIT to say that Lena did NOT look good in this dress. Do they not get it? This is like saying that Patti Smith needs to dye her hair. She. Doesn’t. Care. I love that she wears what she wants and does what she wants. She has a TV show, money in the bank, a bright future and a cute guy (see Jack Antonoff, above) on her arm who seems to love her just as she is.
Now on to her writing, Dunham published an essay about childhood in The New Yorker, which begins and ends with therapy. Somewhere in the middle, there’s friendship. Dunham first saw Audrey Gelman in the elevator outside her therapist’s office, and quickly realized Audrey was her therapist’s daughter;
“I leave the office a beat before they do, but they catch up with me at the elevator, and I’m holding my breath as we ride down together, trying to somehow take her in without looking directly at her. I wish she were a picture in a magazine, so I could stare, rotate the page slightly, stare again …
Through shrewd detective work, Audrey discovers that her camp friend Sarah is my school friend Sarah, and begins passing me notes. They are fat envelopes, decorated with puff paint and star stickers. Inside the first one is a letter, in the kind of fun teen scrawl they use in ‘Saved by the Bell’: ‘HEY YOU SEEM AWESOME! I bet we’d get along. My mom says we would if we could meet. I love shopping, the Felicity soundtrack, oh, and shopping. Here’s a pic of me at the Wailing Wall after my Bat Mitzvah! INSTANT MESSAGE MEEEE.
I write back an equally effusive note, laboring over which picture to share, before finally settling on a shot of me lounging on my sister’s bunk bed in a vintage crop top that reads ‘Super Debbie.’ ‘I also luuuv the Felicity soundtrack, animals, acting, and DUH SHOPPING! My screen name is LAFEMMELENA.'”
Dontcha wanna hang out with this girl? You know you’d be friends – and you’d defend her writing, nudity and fashion choices. (Photo, Pacific Coast News; via The New Yorker)