Yes, I’m a bit disappointed in Lena Dunham.
Not really, but kind of. And no, it’s not for “molesting her little sister” (when she was also a child herself). It’s more for sharing her story honestly and openly (Bold move. Fine. That’s why we like you.) but then angrily jumping up and feeling compelled to defend it when people with I-disagree opinions took to social media to throw shade and outright hate. Now, I haven’t read her book (because: excuses), so I dunno what her whole truth is on this matter. I’m not sure what happened before that time frame. Maybe she was molested herself. Or maybe she was just a product of perverse culture and society beamed to us through the pixelated T.V. that doubled as a babysitter for most of us. Or maybe she was just a kid who wanted to feel needed and was experimenting with educing that feeling from her sister any way she could.
Keep in mind, she was, like, seven herself when this happened:
Apparently it gets a little more involved.
I’ll take their word for it.
But she was a kid. So I genuinely don’t “get” where the rage spiral came from.
Does she still feel guilty over playing doctor with her little sister so young? When you’ve only been alive for less than a decade and haven’t had enough time to grow a foundation for a true moral compass, there’s no logic in self-blame. I mean, I get the tendency: that “false guilt” feeling. I’ve heard other people talk about this in very similar situations. But the logic steps in when they re-root themselves in reality and remember, “I was just a kid. I didn’t have the awareness of an adult.” Usually adjacent to that, too, though is making sure that whoever was the “victim” was (intentional quotes because there’s no real villain when you’re both stupid kids), is alright. Just because you didn’t mean to hurt anyone doesn’t mean they didn’t suffer and haven’t been affected into adulthood because of it. So, you reconcile, or at least try to – and then move on witchya bad ass.
I dunno if Duham’s done that, but I feel like that’s a better energy expenditure.
Versus wasting it on a buncha rando anony-assholes.
Makes sense to me.
So, with that, I suggest: Don’t explain yourself to anyone unless you WERE wrong and offended them. Espesh as a public figure. It just looks like someone getting defensive when they feel guilty and know they’re wrong – which you’re not. The only person who deserves this much attention or an apology or a face-to-face is li’l sis. Ya know? Like, if she hasn’t gotten closure or feels like she’s having her name strung through the mud with the autobio.? All that really matters are the people who were involved in the actual real-life events.
Not public opinion. Not your good name.
Not the faceless peanut gallery of Twitter.
Not even me.