Lena Dunham Twisting Into A Knot

In the wake of another post-production hit job, doughy Lena Dunham has sworn off all manipulation of her likeness saying, “I want to be able to pick my own thigh out of a lineup.” That makes her the only one. The reason magazines put her on the cover is because they know women in line at supermarkets will see Dunham and buy the magazine to mitigate their self-loathing. Nobody judges themselves in a vacuum. She’s fat. She makes millions and hangs with Hillary Clinton. I’m next.

Dunham’s right about one thing. Publications are wasting their time Photoshopping her. It’s like pissing in the ocean. Or shitting in the Flint River. The difference is negligible. Dunham should be grateful. She’s creating jobs that don’t need to exist. Next time you’re raging against the economy, remember that Dunham is costing obsolete photo editing interns their jobs.

It used to be plausible that Dunham’s character, Hannah, in HBO’s Girls was a vessel for Dunham to mock that type of person. But the more she talks, the more abundantly clear it becomes that Dunham is Hannah and thinks that being a hypocritical narcissistic cunt is okay. It’s less a lampooning and more a self-harpooning. Eight fat jokes in five sentences, where’s my bonus?

Photo credit: Lena Dunham / Instagram