The Car Accident That is ‘Girls’

Not my generation. Not my social economic zip code. Not my city. But I can’t stop watching Girls.

Dunham not only bares her body, she reveals her emotional love handles as well

Dunham not only bares her body, she reveals her emotional love handles as well

Instead of worshipping this show, we should embrace it as a new way to tell stories. I love the lyrical way that Lena Dunham and Judd Apatow handle each storyline. I also hate both of them. For being so good at revealing the true and selfish nature of human beings.

Totally sour grapes over not being Jewish and that career as an executive producer at HBO. But I’ll heal.

Girls is painful, tedious, annoying and I’ve seen more of Lena Dunham’s real body more than I have my own. I can’t relate to these people. They are privileged, trendy, a little too self aware about not being self aware. White people’s problems for sure.

But I can’t stop watching it. Even if you think you won’t be able to stand it, trust me, you will.

We are never quite pitch perfect. We aren’t in control of our destiny. We fuck people out of boredom. We are rude, evil, conniving and incredibly sweet and beautiful. We are awkward, fat, insecure as shit and weird. We are all terrified of failure and success.

Like watching a well crafted car accident where we see Lena Dunham’s dimpled, pear shape as she rides her ponderous, horny stretch of a boyfriend, Girls captures the messiness of being alive.

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