Last night, Amelia and I went to see David Sedaris and Lena Dunham read their work at Carnegie Hall. Surprise guest Zadie Smith introduced them and David announced that his sister Amy Sedaris was in the audience, which means that pretty much all of my idols were in one concert hall, so I could have just died right there in my nosebleed balcony seat and all would have been right with the world. From Sedaris, who I’ve seen read before, I got what I expected: wit, brilliance and quirk. He read his most recent piece published in The New Yorker about his sister’s suicide. If you haven’t already read it, please do.
From Dunham, I wasn’t sure what to expect writing-wise. I knew she was paid an absurd $3.7 million to pen a book of essays — an amount which makes it near-impossible for any writer to live up to. After hearing a few selections from her forthcoming book, Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned, here’s what I learned: that woman can write like a motherfucker (as Cheryl Strayed would say). The book going to be a memorable read because she has something to say. Is it worth $500 a word? That’s not for me to judge. But I will be purchasing it. Keep reading »
Lena Dunham is just about as divisive a celebrity as they come. As seemingly harmless as she is, there’s still a faction of people, young and old, who cannot stand her. Seriously, with the way some armchair critics react to Dunham, you would think she straight-up murdered someone’s grandma’s puppy. But one thing that’s inarguable, even amongst the haterz, is that since “Girls” first premiered in early 2012, Lena Dunham has been eeeeeeverywhere: she’s won Golden Globes, she’s opened the Emmys, she’s coordinated nail art with Zooey Deschanel, she’s scored a $3.7 million book deal, she’s milked a cow in a NYC street (and we still don’t know why). Throughout all this, Dunham has by and large been pigeonholed as the “average girl,” the “relatable girl,” even (and still!!) as the “fat girl.” We wonder, how would a rumored Vogue cover affect that? Keep reading »
But it appears a good time was had by, well, Lena at least, who giggled with glee after her one-on-one time with the cow’s teats. The cow, on the other hand, looks unimpressed. [Photos: Fame/Flynet]
… and it’s kinda meh. The NSFW blog Fleshbot posted a trailer for “This Ain’t Girls” and, well, it’s clear that everything we like about “Girls” doesn’t translate to porn. Not even the girls. Is the acting in porn always this bad? Don’t answer that. Keep reading »
My love life is currently in flux, best described as “genuinely complicated” with a heavy dose of “timing sucks,” and I admit I’m prone to occasional moments of unfair irritation in my encounters with folks who are seemingly simply and easily in love. I expected such a flare-up when I started reading a love letter (well, love email) from “Girls” writer/star Lena Dunham to her boyfriend Jack Antonoff (who’s in the band fun.), which was included as part of artist Miranda July’s “We Think Alone” project (20 emails sent over 20 weeks by a variety of famous and semi-famous people). But honestly, Lena’s letter to Jack is so sweet and speaks to our very human desire to soak up everything we can about the ones we love, that I could nothing but relate, in the very best way, complicated relationship situation or not. Read it after the jump! Keep reading »