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You don’t have to like Hannah Horvath to love Lena Dunham.
Ok, let’s get this out of the way first. Hannah is selfish/annoying/fill in the blank negative adjective that is inevitably used when you first get into a conversation with someone about the television show “Girls.”
If you thought the virulent reaction toward her “Dog or Jewish Boyfriend?” New Yorker piece would scare Lena Dunham from commentating on the Jewish male id, you would be very very wrong.
In the most recent episode of “The Organist” podcast, comedian Jenny Slate reads Lena Dunham’s “Erotic Male Jewish Comedian Fan Fiction.” In these vignettes, Dunham has NSFW encounters with Larry David, Jon Stewart, Gary Shandling, Jerry Seinfeld and Mel Brooks — with the latter she imagines she would “hang out on his couch in a sports bra and sweats while he talks with Carl Reiner on how the matzah balls at Canters just aren’t what they used to be, but the cookies are OK.”
My relationship to feminine appearance-enhancing rituals is always inverse to how tired and busy I am. Sure, I have become a marginally more “put together” person over time, competent enough to get my basic life and work tasks accomplished and also to put on concealer before I swing back out my door for evening outings. Now that I’m old enough to understand my body type and my personal style, I really enjoy the fashion aspect of image-crafting: the bright colors, the fabric combinations, the artistry and control. From the pleasure a striking jacket or a pair of jeans torn in the right spot affords me, I can extrapolate as to why some women, even feminists, embrace the whole nine yards: salon, Sephora and sample sales.
But then again, I only find getting dressed up fun the first night of any week I partake in the ritual. And once I’ve had to paint my face and pick an outfit more than twice in a few days, I begin my resentful grumbling. Even though I sit down for a few pedicures per summer, my toenails usually end up going ragged. Thus, like Bridget Jones or another desperate chick-lit heroine, I still have moments when I’m dry-shaving my legs before a wedding, or running to a drugstore to buy makeup that I’ve left behind, or foregoing one of these preparatory routines altogether because it just wasn’t high on my priority list.
Seeing Tina Fey in a spoof of “Girls” on the season premiere of Saturday Night Live wasn’t just exhilarating because Our Lady of Feminist Comedy (pardon the Catholic reference) had returned, but because it also reinforced a world-order in which age and experience yields wisdom, both in humor and in life.