Girls, girls, girls
January 17, 2013 1 Comment
Big fan of the Lena Dunham’s great HBO show, Girls. One of the things that really impresses me about Dunham is how comfortable she is with her own sexuality. Now, it’s an HBO series, so you’re pretty much guaranteed nudity, but I don’t think there’s many young women who would be the writer/producer of a show and frequently feature themselves in various states of disrobing and sexual awkwardess. Especially if they are clearly far from Hollywood’s anorexic ideal. Now Dunham is far from fat, but she looks like a pretty typical 20-something woman you’d see in the street. And that’s almost never the type of 20-something woman you would see mostly naked on HBO. Basic point– good for her. Ta-Nehisi Coates addressed almost this point nicely:
What Girls says is “F**k the gaze.” Lena Dunham ain’t really performing for you. She’s saying people like me–which is most of you–like to f**k. And in a real narrative of real life, the people who do most of the f**king don’t actually look like Victoria Secret models. Your expectations for what f**king should look like are irrelevant. Here is how it looks like to the narrator. I kind of love that. In this (perhaps limited) sense, I can understand the “For Us, By Us” acclaim. The show’s disregard for male notions of sex is pretty profound. And it achieves this while still giving us a fairly interesting cast of male characters. [this is my cleaned up version, because, honestly, there's just some words I don't like on my blog]




