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They wouldn't have helped any, and that would, in turn, have made her feel even more self-conscious about being a dumpy slob onstage with the beautiful people,
🍗 Deathfat Lena Dunham - Fat, Child Molesting Attention Whore and Her Trainwreck of a Family
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They wouldn't have helped any, and that would, in turn, have made her feel even more self-conscious about being a dumpy slob onstage with the beautiful people,
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I believe one of the strongest contributing factors to their breakup was Lena not respecting Jack's boundaries. He has OCD and she insisted on decorating and organizing things at home to suit her own quirks although it disturbed him. Not to mention her being a visibly gross, germy person. My grandparent with OCD would get so physically unwell they needed hospitalization due to the stress of having family members visit, seeing a bug, finding crumbs under furniture, feeling overwhelmed by other people's belongings in their space, etc. I could see Jack being sick or worn down from living with Lena.
This brought to mind the Girls story arc where Hannah suddenly has OCD and Adam has to run to her house to save her. That entire scene feels like a mockery of Jack's OCD and a cringe attempt at making it all about herself. I am sure after he was diagnosed or got serious about treating it, she suddenly had it too or a seemingly more intense thing that would steal focus from Jack.
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Until Treasure came out earlier this year, I was under the impression Lena Dunham fizzled out entirely no thanks to Girls ending and the bad press she received for her autobiography which contained uncomfortable revelations of sexual impropriety with her younger sister and unproven accusations of sexual assault at the hands of a supposed campus Republican who turned out to be a registered Democrat. I'm surprised anyone in Hollywood would cast her in anything since she has thoroughly tarnished her reputation.
Anyway, the critics rave about Treasure with a whopping 42% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 6/10 on IMDB to date. This particular review on Google gave me a chuckle:
Anyway, the critics rave about Treasure with a whopping 42% on Rotten Tomatoes and a 6/10 on IMDB to date. This particular review on Google gave me a chuckle:
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Lumpy Lena was tagged as the director for a Polly Pocket movie but with the success of Barbie, they yanked it from her: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-new-yorker-interview/lena-dunhams-change-of-pace
Maybe the fact that she’d been noodling on the script for three years is the reason why it’s being handled by someone else.
Maybe the fact that she’d been noodling on the script for three years is the reason why it’s being handled by someone else.
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I wonder who is managing or advising her now. She is clearly still a self-absorbed munchie but she seems mostly like an average famous creative in that interview. It makes me think that if she really is off drugs, all the idiotic interviews and hysto (which was it's own insane event, there's a piece about it somewhere) and revealing way too much in the book etc were mostly due to being high as balls all the time.
I'm not saying the drugs made her that way obviously, but they probably made her careless enough to flaunt it. This Lena sounds like a carefully managed "oh shit I'm going to become a has-been, what should I do" situation
I'm not saying the drugs made her that way obviously, but they probably made her careless enough to flaunt it. This Lena sounds like a carefully managed "oh shit I'm going to become a has-been, what should I do" situation
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I thought she was so sick that doing anything more than the bare minimum activity was beyond the pale? Now we see her fat ass in a hideous bodysuit at a concert after claiming to go dancing? These people who are “sick” except for things they like to do are a dime a dozen but it’s more proof that Lumpy Lena is completely full of shit.
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"dancing til I sweat through my bodysuit"
Bitch you were sweating getting into that bodysuit!
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Imagine what she could have thrown on her body with the resources she has. But no, she chose this trash fire. Her dead fish face is the icing on the turd.
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Even as a skinny bitch I would never wear an outfit like that. What was she thinking?
Oh, and I have been meaning to post this for awhile. Her husband is more feminine-looking than she is. Bearding?
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Cause she fat and the heels would've either broken off or got stuck into the ground.
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That you can't say anything BAD, or you're
* Fat shaming
* tattoo shaming
* disability shaming
* neurodivergent shaming
* slut shaming
* ageist
* ableist
and a low down dirty CHUD!
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Wash your clothes and pull your skirt up, you fucking sped. Hell, I'm sure they have a full time maid who does their washing and who could wrangle her tarded body into clean clothes that fit before she left the house looking like a smelly, fat mess. It's like she has a humiliation fetish.
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Incase we weren't already over "Brat Summer" (which seems to just be Hot Girl Summer but somehower even stupider sounding? IDK), everyone's favorite fatty has some cool and edgy thoughts on the matter.
A Guide to Brat Summer
A Guide to Brat Summer
This summer, we’ve found ourselves in an unprecedented era of Brat. Perhaps your daughter is using it as an excuse to drop out of college and start a “choker empire,” or your father is leaving his marriage because your mother doesn’t “try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side and get all up in it.” But how do you characterize a movement that is represented only by the color “pale slime” and now extends to the White House? Soon enough it will be Demure Autumn, but, in the meantime, this guide seeks to answer the question: What is Brat?
Brat is walking down the street with headphones on and eyes closed, knocking over passersby and refusing to say you’re sorry.
Brat is being lazy until 10 P.M., at which point you construct a château using discarded scraps of pleather, finish it by morning, and immediately win the Pritzker Architecture Prize.
It’s the Cynthia doll from “Rugrats.”
Brat is a fifteen-year-old writing a best-selling memoir about how she overcame her love-and-fantasy addiction.
It’s hot pants on a cold night and snow pants on a hot night.
It’s checking into a Motel 6 and not leaving until you run a Fortune 500 company.
It’s a real-estate agent in a model condo flat-ironing her extensions until they light on fire, along with the entire building.
Brat is the feeling you get when you wrench open the train doors using a Hulk-like strength you didn’t even know you possessed.
It’s praying to Janeane Garofalo to keep you free from harm.
It’s the way your partner looks at you when you tell them, “I’m not sure I’m capable of love.”
It’s the powerful high that overtakes you when you consume too much Vitamin B.
Brat is using denim as your carpet and carpet as your denim.
It’s starting a rivalry with Angela Merkel—who has no idea who you are and never will—and, every time you see a photo of her, hissing, “Bitch just wants to be me.”
It’s modelling your sex face after Kramer from “Seinfeld.”
It’s moving into a tent in the Fox back lot and refusing to leave until you’re cast in the Britney Spears bio-pic—as Christina Aguilera.
Brat is not going to work for a month and a half, then asking your boss why they seem kind of mad.
It’s the divine awakening that comes with knowing that energy can be neither created nor destroyed.
It’s sitting in traffic court for an unpaid speeding ticket and, when told to state your full name, asking the judge whether he’s ever been in a “situationship.”
Brat is what happens when you drop a necklace given to you by the cheating member of your throuple down the garbage disposal.
It’s telling the salesgirl at Chanel, “I deserve this,” before absconding with a single ballet flat that’s not even your size.
Brat is a cat, and maybe a rat, but it is never a dog.
Brat is a toddler being served her dinner and responding, “I didn’t ask to be born.”
It’s calling your brother to tell him about a family tragedy and starting the conversation with, “Look, I’m about to run out of battery, so don’t be freaked out if my phone dies.”
Brat is lying on your deathbed, at a hundred and eight, surrounded by grieving loved ones, and saying, “I’m too young to die.”
Brat is getting to the gates of Heaven, looking around at the cherubs with harps lounging on puffy white clouds, scrunching up your nose, and saying, “It’s giving Hilton Garden Inn, babes.” ♦
Published in the print edition of the September 2, 2024, issue, with the headline “A Guide to Brat Summer.”
/SPOILER]
Brat is walking down the street with headphones on and eyes closed, knocking over passersby and refusing to say you’re sorry.
Brat is being lazy until 10 P.M., at which point you construct a château using discarded scraps of pleather, finish it by morning, and immediately win the Pritzker Architecture Prize.
It’s the Cynthia doll from “Rugrats.”
Brat is a fifteen-year-old writing a best-selling memoir about how she overcame her love-and-fantasy addiction.
It’s hot pants on a cold night and snow pants on a hot night.
It’s checking into a Motel 6 and not leaving until you run a Fortune 500 company.
It’s a real-estate agent in a model condo flat-ironing her extensions until they light on fire, along with the entire building.
Brat is the feeling you get when you wrench open the train doors using a Hulk-like strength you didn’t even know you possessed.
It’s praying to Janeane Garofalo to keep you free from harm.
It’s the way your partner looks at you when you tell them, “I’m not sure I’m capable of love.”
It’s the powerful high that overtakes you when you consume too much Vitamin B.
Brat is using denim as your carpet and carpet as your denim.
It’s starting a rivalry with Angela Merkel—who has no idea who you are and never will—and, every time you see a photo of her, hissing, “Bitch just wants to be me.”
It’s modelling your sex face after Kramer from “Seinfeld.”
It’s moving into a tent in the Fox back lot and refusing to leave until you’re cast in the Britney Spears bio-pic—as Christina Aguilera.
Brat is not going to work for a month and a half, then asking your boss why they seem kind of mad.
It’s the divine awakening that comes with knowing that energy can be neither created nor destroyed.
It’s sitting in traffic court for an unpaid speeding ticket and, when told to state your full name, asking the judge whether he’s ever been in a “situationship.”
Brat is what happens when you drop a necklace given to you by the cheating member of your throuple down the garbage disposal.
It’s telling the salesgirl at Chanel, “I deserve this,” before absconding with a single ballet flat that’s not even your size.
Brat is a cat, and maybe a rat, but it is never a dog.
Brat is a toddler being served her dinner and responding, “I didn’t ask to be born.”
It’s calling your brother to tell him about a family tragedy and starting the conversation with, “Look, I’m about to run out of battery, so don’t be freaked out if my phone dies.”
Brat is lying on your deathbed, at a hundred and eight, surrounded by grieving loved ones, and saying, “I’m too young to die.”
Brat is getting to the gates of Heaven, looking around at the cherubs with harps lounging on puffy white clouds, scrunching up your nose, and saying, “It’s giving Hilton Garden Inn, babes.” ♦
Published in the print edition of the September 2, 2024, issue, with the headline “A Guide to Brat Summer.”
/SPOILER]
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Lena will never admit this but she’s the cringy wine aunt who tries to use slang to relate to her nieces and nephews who would rather be anywhere else. She refuses to admit that she’s approaching middle age.
I’ve said it upthread but I think she’d have a hit idea if she rebooted Girls but they all deal with being middle age and how all of them have fallen short to various extents with their aspirations.
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Girls ended with Hannah having a kid, which became a replacement for a boyfriend. "That's the only man I needed" or something.... which is so hilarious in context now.
Nothing sadder than a fatso trying on the clothes that could only look good on a skinny girl.
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She’s not off the drugs, she just posted about being a EDS warrior! I think being married and in the UK might help with her being more circumspect. NYC and LA just fuel bad self-indulgent behavior among famous people and they get surrounded with “yes men” and criticism verboten.
I think the she burned bridges in NY and LA and people got sick of the munchie shield being used for flaking out and not delivering on projects. I’m sure the studio thought having an unattractive, fat, feminist like Lena doing a Polly Pocket project could deliver them the Barbie miracle. I doubt it could have ever had a 1/10 the success of Barbie but it still could have been a big comeback for Lena is she delivered something interesting with the concept.
Maybe she’s reduced the Xanax popping. Taking benzos, on top of opiates, can lead to lots of dumb shit and terrible decisions. Also the flood of fake pressed benzos using fentanyl resulted in wealthy addicts having to just stick mostly to their prescribed bennies. Finding legit benzos became harder than in the past, esp in NYC. Idk how the London scene works but given her fame and not being a citizen she’d have to be more careful about indulging in illegal drugs. She might just be improved thanks to only sticking to what she’s prescribed, which I have no doubt is very generous, but still would keep her more inline than back in halcyon days she was working towards a hysterectomy. (I think after the hysto she lost her best ailment for juicy narcotic scripts, which is why it drug out for years. Once the uterus was yeeted she needed to find new reasons for pills which is why we have EDS and “sick” tattoos. Does she have Lyme and POTS too? But the other munchie Dx’s aren’t quite as useful for narcotics as the acute pain associated with endometriosis and her other “worst ever” female reproductive problems.
I think she also tended to spiral on drugs and bad decisions when she was single and could have only echo chamber reinforcement. Being in a relationship at least makes her feel more secure and provides daily attention, which seems to lessen her doing dumb shit publicly since there might be actual feedback and she’s getting attention at home.
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I’m pretty sure she used to say clonazepam was her drug of choice (just like Jordan Peterson - who totally wasn’t addicted like those other junkies, he had a totally legit “physical dependence”, my sides still hurt). And there was an arc when she got off the clonazepam. I guess she might have just switched to Xanax. To put it mildly she seems to have a somewhat low tolerance for
Benzos are the fucking worst tbh. There was a drought on the streets in my city a while back and we had at least one case of benzo delirium daily for a while. If they’re still awake after 600 milligrams of i.v. diazepam (and most of them are) they’re off to the ICU for propofol sedation. It’s insane.
ETA: Vogue article about being clean from klonopin. I hate every word she utters in it.
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