I’m currently going through a Lena Dunham frenzy. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Girls when it first came out, but now that I have reached the age of flawed and perpetually paranoid main character Hannah, I understand the impact the show has in examining the female experience. I also can’t help but support another woman in the arts so I listened to and absorbed the many good things said about Not That Kind of Girl until finally deciding to give it a read. Let’s just say, I am incredibly happy I did because I would have never thought the things she talks about would have been acceptable in a compilation of short essays. But, then again, who is to say what’s appropriate or not for an audience? I was intrigued and I am now satisfied devouring a work of casual genius and sexual exploration.
I am only a quarter of the way through the book at the moment, but it is incredibly hard to put down. Along with relating to many things Lena has experienced, emotionally and physically, in her life thus far, the book has also provided me with a voyeuristic gaze through a life I would have liked to experience given the opportunity. Lena was fearless in her youth even though many scary things could have and did happen. She also took every bad outcome as an opportunity for personal growth, not something to be ashamed of or apologize for. That state of self-acceptance is where I would like to be at some point—comfortable in my mistakes and confident in my abilities.
Thank you, Lena.