On “Girls”…

I’ve been having relationship issues with Lena Dunham’s “Girls” for weeks now.  I’m a huge fan of Lena Dunham’s, but feel disconnected from “Girls” and for some reason I’m angry about. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in Lena’s head. Yes, I imagine what she thinks about is curious and interesting. But how it manifests on “Girls” somehow, sometimes, irritates me and I don’t exactly know why. My friend said this:

“She is allowed to do whatever she wants without any checks and balances from a network. That’s a beautiful thing. But it’s also inherently self-involved and self-referential and not edited enough. It’s raw…it’s like reading the beat poets. But reading a beautifully crafted work is also beautiful, and something I tend to appreciate more. I like my art curated, generally…I don’t like to look for it in a pile of stuff. But I’m glad it exists.”

I feel so much better now.

Love,
me