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I read this post, in which Howard Stern (who used to be known as a very popular shock jock, and is now better known as one of the judges on America’s Got Talent (I think he’s still doing that, anyway)) dismisses Lena Dunham as being “a fat little chick” and lost it.
Maybe this is because this comes shortly after reading a NY Post columnist backhand complimenting Dunham’s show, Girls, in a piece in which she called Dunham “blobby,” going so far as to write, “Interestingly, the gorgeous Marnie is the one who is now totally unlucky in love. Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be smart, breathtakingly beautiful, nice and kind. Not when there are blobbies who are willing to take their clothes off in public constantly—even when they aren’t in character.”
I am not going to dwell on the fact that to call Marnie—a character for whom I do have empathy, given her capacity for uptight bitchiness—nice and kind is to see the show through a very particular (and, you know, sort of false) lens. Nor am I going to say that, here in the world in which Lena Dunham and Allison Williams and this Post writer and you and I all live, there are heavy girls who are having sex all the time whilst classically attractive according to the bullshit standards of beauty of 2013 girls remain untouched, and vice versa, because, for every body type, there is another person who thinks it’s desirable (I would, however, encourage you to read this piece, which says so more eloquently than I ever will). I’m not going to go on and on with what a sickeningly sexist point this is. I am not even going to rant about the fact that “blobbies” is not a real word.
I am going to say this: If the best charge you can level about Lena Dunham, or about any woman, in the public eye or otherwise, is that she is fat, you are boring and about as irrelevant as Howard Stern post moving to Sirius Radio.
Every week in my German speaking class one pair gives a presentation on some topic, normally related to Germany (I say “normally” because we started out with an awful (and awfully detailed) presentation on alternative forms of energy that really had very little to do with Germany, but other than that they’ve basically all been about Germany). Yesterday the topic was immigration in Germany.
The girl who did the first half talked about demographics, whatever, and it was informative and fine. And then. Oh, and then.
I woke up this morning to two emails.
One was from a woman at the international office of the university at which I will be doing research in the fall.
The other was from a friend, asking how I set off a mutual acquaintance, to whom I have not spoken since junior year, on Twitter last night.
(WARNING: It’s about to get real angry up in here)
Men of Russia. Let me put this simply: Get rid of your mullets.
Here is a list of things I am frustrated with, angered by, and sick of at this moment in time.