In the coming days I will be posting my feelings/ thoughts about Lena Dunham’s new show Girls. Not only will I be talking about the show, but I’ll also be talking about the backlash both within and without the feminist/ lady community.
Part of the reason I haven’t talked about it yet is that it’s too close and I’m too… ragey. HULK SMASH!-y at the backlash and straw man criticisms lobbed at a show that I happen to feel deeply connected to and amused by.
To illustrate my point – I just posted this comment on Gawker. I literally took the time to write this.
I don’t want to satisfy Gawker’s SEO (Search Engine Optimization) bating by giving them a trackback link, but basically this guy has been writing these snide, insidious “recaps” of the show filled with unfunny jibes at a show he decided he hated before ever watching it. He always refers to the women on the show as “the daughter of (insert barely famous parent here)” to illustrate the show’s inherent nepotism, blah blah blah. I’ve been trying not to read it, but reading it anyway for 5 weeks now and I just snapped.
This is not the kind of thing that would EVER happen to a show written and directed by a man. It just wouldn’t. The characters in Girls are pretty awful, but they’re supposed to be. Like Louie CK, or Curb Your Enthusiasm or and Ricky Gervais project. It’s like women aren’t allowed to write stories without it being a 100 percent authentic representation of themselves. They/ we aren’t allowed irony or complexity. If we write someone awful – we must be awful ourselves. It’s gross and it’s pissing me off to the point that I can’t even articulate myself intelligently about it.
I’m going to try though. HULK SMASH!!! Oh and just as a sidebar – stomping on testicles and jerking off is something that came up in the latest episode, so I didn’t just make that part up. I wish I did.