Posted on | January 10, 2014 | 46 Comments
In the moment, Dunham herself spoke clearly about her position on the nudity [in Girls], saying it is “a realistic expression of what it’s like to be alive. But I totally get it. If you’re not into me, that’s your problem and you’re going to have to work that out with professionals,” she retorted. And later, fellow EP Jenni Konner interrupted her response to another question to add, “I literally was spacing out because I’m in such a rage spiral about that guy,” she said pointing to the question-asker. “I was just looking at him looking at him and going into this rage [over] this idea that you would talk to a woman like that and accuse a woman of showing her body too much. The idea it just makes me sort of sick.”
Maybe I’m too dead to figure out if I’ve got HBO amidst the 14k channels of dreck on the TV to choose from*. Were I to have an outburst of un-death, perhaps Lena could instruct me on this ‘life’ thingy, could I but find it in the cable bundle. ‘Life’ appears to involve having more ink than a copy of the New York Times, or something**. The wife and I found A&E for a couple of pleasant Duck Dynasty episodes the other weekend. Relaxing.
But now, who are these ‘professionals’, and what’s all that powdered sugar around their noses? They must love them some Dunkin’ Donuts. Would my wife approve of the workout? I’ll venture a ‘no’ on that.
Lena, Lena, Lena: your show is pure vanity, in the truest Ecclesiastes sense of the word. While falling short of waxing moralistic, can we just get to some honesty about your cheap show? It’s a cheap show, cheaply exposing cheap flesh for a cheap audience. You’ve got more “cheap” than an aviary. Be honest about that. Just admit “Yeah, I’m getting my nudist on for the eyeballs.” I’m not saying it makes you any more or less evil than anyone else. I’m saying that your insistence that flashing boobies is some kind of “expression of what it’s like to be alive” is a risible pile of bollocks.
I suppose you could probably do a meta-comedy about a semi-nudist bimbo actress who pretentiously refers to her dirty diaper of a show as some kind of highbrow art. That kind of elevated slop (done correctly) is what makes this French & Saunders musical sketch so funny:
Maybe the bimbo in your hypothetical show goes to an acting school, develops some no-kidding skill, keeps her clothes on, and carries a show on merit, as opposed to skin. An absolutely freakish thought, I know. Probably easier to stick to the more childish stuff.
*To paraphrase Roger Waters.
**Confession: I do have a tattoo. Left scapula. Youthful indiscretion.