Oh Lena,Lena, Lena you have done it again, I wasn't supposed to even fancy your series, no, not I - not even a little. Your series was supposed to by all rights summon my nihilism and an endless stream of vitriol; you were supposed to simply over-sexualize everything, okay, yes you have had some choice moments doing just that this season, but this time you orchestrated it all with such unusual grace I simply could not peel myself away even if I tried ( I didn't try). Yes it is positively true, be careful what you wish for - and as if I have somehow had an in-depth astral conversation with you offering you suggestions, quietly, humbly - for you have surely ironed out all of the creases of your series past. Please don't misunderstand me, they were artistic creases after all. However you have now officially become television redemption. An honor reserved for precious few. Believe you me.
And oh how you've earned such status, you really truly have. It's that decided way you and only you know in that singularly Lena Dunham way just how to home in on a subtlety only to cause an implosion, and I may have thought in the past, I will confess that this device could perhaps be ascribed to yet another one of your machinations. But in no time flat, you have assured me that you absolutely bleed authenticity.
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| This hair clip is a lethal weapon |
Was it the way Shoshana finally grew a cojones set or your dear ol' mama's sassafras in regard to the recent sexual awakening of your Sunday night daddy, or was it an otherwise egocentric Jessa waiting in the wings until she finally stole the season's moment and rightfully so this time in her particular watershed moment, Am I on the cusp of a Robert Browning poem here?
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| Jessa and an Acehole |
Oh I do tip my hat to you Lady Dunham You have irrefutably outdone yourself on this season of Girls. Come back soon. Or whatever that time translates to in HBO years.