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Let me start this minor rant by acknowledging that this week’s episode of Girls, “Beach House”, was the best of the season. Though that’s not saying much:


Each episode the characters seem less and less human. More caricatures. Hannah never stops talking about herself, Shoshanna falls deeper into the naïve girl worm hole, we’re all shocked that Marnie is alive, and Jessa exists strictly for shock value.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a revolutionarily honest show about modern girls? Our lives? Our loves? Our friendships? Our bodies? (Yes, I think we’ve talked enough about Lena Dunham’s body. Maybe someone can tell her she shouldn’t wear a swimsuit for 48 straight hours. Even if she is so very comfortable with her body. She’s going to get a goddamn kidney infection. Didn’t her mother tell her that?)

Maybe, I’m over reacting. Maybe Lena Dunham knows what she is doing and she is as talented as HBO and Buzzfeed* want us to believe. Maybe there is a planned, reasonable trajectory for the season. Anything is possible, but I’m beginning to lose hope.

More likely, it seems Lena Dunham is a victim of her own success. By reaching the professional heights that she has at such an early age no one is checking her logic or her storytelling. How else could that whole grief storyline exist? No one checked that? Seriously, asking a widow about a book contract at the funeral? At the fucking funeral. Holy shit. Have a little fucking tact.

Perhaps an even bigger problem than the lack of oversight is that Dunham seems to have lost touch with real girls – actual humans who exist in the world. Real girls who have friendships that aren’t entirely toxic. Real girls who have complex emotions but are still able to interact with other humans. Real girls who have jobs AND artistic ambition (the two are not as mutually exclusive as Dunham thinks).

Whether I’m over reacting or not, I’ll likely keep watching because this kind of complaining is really quite fun.

*Buzzfeed’s unrestrained Lena Dunham love is nothing short of suspicious. Proof Here. And Here. I know, right?


A friend of mine recently rose to a mid-level of internet stardom. Perhaps you’ve seen him:


It’s been exciting to watch. He has more than 250,000 notes on tumblr, +100,000 views on buzzfeed, he has been interviews by morning programs and radio shows, even the Rachel Ray Show contacted him.

This modern fifteen minutes of fame isn’t as new a phenomenon as it feels. On the surface this all feels very modern. Fast paced, digital mumbo-jumbo. These pictures, this joke has crossed international boundaries. Everyone, it seems, is talking about it. Yet isn’t that how popular culture has always worked. From freak shows to psychics to America’s Funniest Home Videos. We’ve always loved flare-up curiosities.

Maybe what’s new about it is how accessible it is. The internet can choose anyone. One funny video. One catchy meme and you’re in. At least for a week or two.

Atta boy, Chris.

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