Her parents are rich and they sent her to Oberlin College (annual tuition $48,682). Through her family’s wealth and influential connections, she scored a deal for an HBO series that is supposed to be a “comedy” but isn’t remotely funny. Almost nobody watches Girls, but it is effusively praised by critics because it’s supposed to express the hip young feminist zeitgeist or something. She wrote a book in which she described molesting her baby sister and also lied about being raped at college, deliberately libeling a Republican student activist named Barry.
Gosh, I wonder why everybody hates Lena Dunham?
Lena Dunham has said that abuse and threats from Twitter trolls left her feeling a “mess” — and she has now hired her own personal tweeter.
The Girls creator admitted that she finds it difficult to deal with the level of abuse that she receives online, despite her reputation for not caring what other people think. . . .
“[You’re] like, ‘oh my god, that’s so funny, somebody called me a fat cow who deserves to be dragged through the street,’ but it does affect you internally,” Dunham said during a Q&A session at the annual PaleyFest in Los Angeles, Variety reported. . . .
The 28-year-old, who spoke alongside her fellow cast members and the executive producers of the HBO series, has now hired a woman to take care of her Twitter account. Dunham said she composes her own tweets but doesn’t log onto the social media site herself, although she is kept abreast if there’s an “important response”.
Lena Dunham is a selfish brat who has been protected all her life from the consequences of her own irresponsibility. Never once in her life has she done anything decent or generous, and instead has made a career of corrupting our culture. She has earned a reputation for dishonest cruelty. Like all such monsters, she cannot stand it when people tell the truth about her. And now she seeks pity as a victim?
Let's bring back the MEAN PEOPLE SUCK sticker. We need it more than we did in the 90s!
— Lena Dunham (@lenadunham) March 10, 2015
She is mean and she does suck. But don’t tell her that on Twitter. You could never hate her as much as she deserves to be hated.
(Hat-tip: Krakatoa in the AOSHQ sidebar headlines.)
She is a fat piece of crap
Fat Cow? It aint me!
Lena you fat lard, come get some dinner!
A “personal tweeter?”
How quaint.
–Posted by my manservant/ghillie from the Highlands of Scotland.
The lovely Miss Dunham may rest assured that I shall never tweet her about her weight, or anything else.
Too bad you’ve already used Degenerate Scum for another post today. It would seem to fit this narcissistic cow just as well.
My girlfriend figures that it’s too hard for her to count to 140.
I haven’t seen her show, and I won’t read her book. I’m not on Twitter.
I may be safe from having my brain damaged by the contemplation of Lena Dunham.
So then she can’t even tally her own weight?
That line works better in kilograms.
Well, at least she can manage her IQ. Twice over.
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Being called a name on Twitter merely hurts ones feelings.
Being falsely accused of rape in a high selling book (under a pseudonym which was easily figured out) can have a bit more of a negative effect on ones life.
Unfortunately Miss Dunham either can’t see this contradiction, doesn’t care or maybe both.
[…] Lena Dunham could not be reached for comment. […]
Once again, I must say: Lena Dunham does not speak for my generation.
Dakota Meyer does.
Or stone…
A Detroit Rock-format radio station in the
90’searly 2000’s used to hand out “…but nice people swallow” bumper stickers that you could paste under those “Mean people suck” bumper stickers.(Or anyplace else, I guess.)
Feminism: “White heterosexual men are dirtbags.”
Response: “Eff you you [redacted]”
Feminism: “See what I mean?”
Until Dunham switches to the mixed martial arts. Then you can see her make weight in a bikini and armbar men she challenges with her fierce feminist fumes.
Your own
Personal
Tweeter
Someone to tweet your tweets
Someone who bleats
Wasn’t Personal Tweeter a Depeche Mode song way back when?
Yeah, I think it was about having someone to whistle your Dixie (IYKWIMAITYD).
Uhhh, no. Just, no.
Don’t you understand? It doesn’t matter if a rape accusation against an individual man is truthful or not, because, in the end, All Men Deserve It.
After all, since we know that all PIV sex is rape, unless the man in question is either a virgin or a queer, he is a rapist, period, and deserves whatever bad things happen to him.
It’ll be interesting to see where her career goes without the late Dave Carr of the New York Times to promote her drivel relentlessly. Friend of the folks, you know.
After Mr. McCain’s excellent pieces of the last few weeks, I couldn’t resist posting this. Published in 1972; like so much dystopian fiction, it’s almost prophetic.