Like a lot of people, I had high hopes for Lena Dunham when Girls first started. I maintain that the first season's "Vagina Panic" episode was a thing of brilliance, as was "American Bitch" from the final season. There were some great times in between too. But, like most people, in the last few years, I've lost all hope for Dunham's redemption.
If there are any Lena Dunham fans left on Planet Earth at this point, they have very much gone into hiding. And who can blame them? Saying you like Lena Dunham at this point is likely to be received as warmly as standing up in the middle of a sold-out, 14-hour flight and announcing you have ebola.
The reasons to dislike Dunham are, by now, abundant. The writer / actor / producer / director has been the embodiment of outspoken wealthy white privilege since the beginning. She has turned an absolute inability to recognize how problematic she is into a postmodern art form. The necessity for Lena Dunham to issue public apologies has now become so commonplace, there is even a (very entertaining) Twitter account dedicated to parodying it.
And, make no mistake, Dunham has never been one to learn from her mistakes. After years of screw-ups, she continues to openly commit to doing unforgivable crap. Let's look back to last year, when she posted this...