Tara HolenmeI seriously don’t get the hype over Lena Dunham. What has this over-privileged, narcissistic, crass, hyper-feminist SJW ever done that should actually make women fall at her feet? (And I do mean “women” – I don’t see too many real men out there who have been brainwashed into thinking that flapping hole in her face is spewing anything other than garbage.)
In her latest disgustingly self-righteous diatribe (excuse me – “adorable mishap”), this poster child for equality and justice went off on a sexist and racist rant after a football player she happened to be seated with at the Met Gala took one look at her bow tie, slicked back hair, and camel toe squeezing out of her ill-fitting tuxedo pants and decided to pass.
She recounted the perceived slight in her latest Lenny Letter:
I was sitting next to Odell Beckham Jr., and it was so amazing because it was like he looked at me and he determined I was not the shape of a woman by his standards. He was like, “That’s a marshmallow. That’s a child. That’s a dog.” It wasn’t mean—he just seemed confused.
The vibe was very much like, “Do I want to fuck it? Is it wearing a … yep, it’s wearing a tuxedo. I’m going to go back to my cell phone.” It was like we were forced to be together, and he literally was scrolling Instagram rather than have to look at a woman in a bow tie. I was like, “This should be called the Metropolitan Museum of Getting Rejected by Athletes.”
(Because the fact that Dunham’s an obnoxious, self-indulgent troll couldn’t have anything to do with Beckham not wanting to talk to her.)
Let’s remember – this is the same woman who has hoisted herself up as the poster child for female empowerment and sexual enlightenment, yet here she is with her panties in a wad because some guy saw her and didn’t want to bone her.
Unfortunately for Dunham, the general public doesn’t find her quite as cute as she finds herself. After facing backlash for her comments, Dunham hastily typed up this pseudo-apology:
I owe Odell Beckam Jr an apology. Despite my moments of bravado, I struggle at industry events (and in life) with the sense that I don’t rep a certain standard of beauty and so when I show up to the Met Ball surrounded by models and swan-like actresses it’s hard not to feel like a sack of flaming garbage. This felt especially intense with a handsome athlete as my dinner companion and a bunch of women I was sure he’d rather be seated with. But I went ahead and projected these insecurities and made totally narcissistic assumptions about what he was thinking, then presented those assumptions as facts. I feel terrible about it. Because after listening to lots of valid criticism, I see how unfair it is to ascribe misogynistic thoughts to someone I don’t know AT ALL. Like, we have never met, I have no idea the kind of day he’s having or what his truth is. But most importantly, I would never intentionally contribute to a long and often violent history of the over-sexualization of black male bodies- as well as false accusations by white women towards black men. I’m so sorry, particularly to OBJ, who has every right to be on his cell phone. The fact is I don’t know about his state of mind (I don’t know a lot of things) and I shouldn’t have acted like I did. Much love and thanks, Lena.
As Dani Di Placido noted in his insightful Forbes article, “Even in her apologies, she manages to be self-righteous and annoying.”
This woman has been inexplicably allowed to spew her vile, hyper-feminist garbage for far too long. Can we all just come together and agree once and for all that we are done with Dunham?
H/T: Heat Street
