Today I have to unleash my inner bee-yatch to gripe about a show I’ve been raving about to friends and family.
I share with you an open letter to the writer, director, star of the HBOseries, Girls.
Dear Ms. @Lena Dunham,
I have been a big fan of your work since your show’s freshman season. I love that Girls is fresh, raw and best of all authentic. The dialogue is always crisp, in your face and completely edgy. It’s refreshing to see a show that has a central character who is not your stereotypical waif-thin, starved ingenue, with blue-eyes and long blonde tresses.
For that you deserve the accolades being heaped on you. You are definitely a gifted writer and the quintessential auteur.
But here’s my gripe. And mind you. I made a mental note to make you slide IF this last episode did not have my personal gripe in it. But alas, it was there, once again for everyone to see. Your breasts!
Ms. Dunham, we get it. You are comfortable in your own skin. But must you flash us ALL THE TIME? I think if Howard Stern says he’s seen enough of your boobage, then you know it’s time to dial it down a notch in the skin-baring category.
I would hate to stop watching your show because of the gratuitous semi-nudity. But if you can’t help yourself from writing scenes that are clothing optional, please make the ’un-dress-er ‘ be Adam Driver‘s character Adam. We all know your audience demographic is mostly made up of the 18-40++ female market, so give us the pleasure of seeing some pecs and abs for a change.