December 14, 2014

WE WERE MISSING NOTHING WHEN WE'D NEVER HEARD OF HER:

They Made Me Write About Lena Dunham : P.J. O'Rourke stares into Brooklyn's heart of darkness. (PJ O'Rourke, 12/14/14, Daily Beast))

My editor called and said, "Do a column on this Lena Dunham flap!"

And I said...

Actually, back up. What I did NOT say was, "Who the hell is Lena Dumbwhat?"

I'm a 67-year-old guy. I live in rural New Hampshire. I don't subscribe to US Weekly, assuming that still exists. I watch football, basketball, and hockey on TV and sometimes "The Bass Pros" on Outdoor Channel.

The only Lena I know of is Lena Horne, a wonderful performer, who is not involved in any flaps, and who is also dead.

But I'm a writer. That is, I was a writer for 40 years. Now I'm a "content provider." And the Internet has declared that "content is free." So when I get a call from someone who--startling as this is in our times--pays me...

But the Internet isn't all bad. I can Google "Lena Dunham."

I watch baseball and soccer, rather than basketball, and while I had heard of Ms Dunham before this kerfuffle, that was only because Peter Augustine Lawler has written often about her show. But to make me watch a minute of it you'd have to strap me in a chair and prop my eyes open, like Alex at the end of Clockwork Orange...


Posted by at December 14, 2014 9:03 AM
  

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