"Lena Dunham is not representing all of us. Her characters aren’t reflecting every 20-something girl, no matter how much the title of her show or the “plainness” of her face might make us occasionally forget otherwise. She is not speaking for all us (and nor should she), but she is speaking about some of us. For those of us who aren’t ashamed to admit it, the characters in Girls help to normalise what our lives can be like. In the same way, My Mad Fat Diary is painting a picture of what it can mean to be a teenage girl dealing with the burden of being a teenage girl. It is not the story of every mentally ill person, every teenager living in Lincolnshire in the 1990s, nor every fat girl dealing with crushes and clothes shopping and pool parties. Rae doesn’t represent all of us but, like Hannah, she’s ticking a few boxes that, up until now, have gone unchecked on TV."
"For all the accusations of white privilege, the prudish disgust, the constructive criticism, and naïve wistfulness for “privileged poverty” that the show Girls has sparked since it debuted in April, it cannot be denied that the show is a gift to Millennial-aged women living in cities everywhere. Because the way we talk about Girls is the way we talk about ourselves. When we criticize the contradictions in the show’s plot and characters, we are analyzing our own positions somewhere amidst self-loathing and egotism, entitlement and dedication, tolerance and insularity."
“This simple logo had a long evolution,” Nourmand says. This animation shows some of the treatments his team experimented with along the way.
LOL Marnie and Hannah affording their apartment in Greenpoint with these furnishings
This is what I do at work.
It really sucks how shitty this episode was.
While watching episode 1 of Girls Anton and I FREAKED out when we saw India Street! We lived 1 street over in Greenpoint for a couple of months and the minute we saw that grocery store (where Anton left a book once and where we got those great spicy cheese curls) we were ~home~