"Lena Dunham and the Original Precocious Girl: Eloise"

TheMid.com, March 2015

I’m too old for it, but I like Girls because Lena Dunham is at its center. Not because the plots are relevant to my current experience (I’m a wife and mother). Not because I need a conduit for youth culture (firehosed with it daily, who craves more youth culture?) or handmade hipsterism (living in Brooklyn, I’m nearly asphyxiated by preciousness).

I watch it because she’s a good writer, and I like her character Hannah’s preoccupation with remaining a Creative Person. I like that she looks up at the ceiling when she talks to people. I like that Hannah peddles pretentious crap as often as she mocks it—as do lots of us at every age. I like that she’s panicked about being exposed as a fraud, but confident too. Having probably behaved like a jackass while getting my MFA, I devoured Hannah’s workshop scenes in Iowa—laughing, cringing, recalling my own feats of imbecilic thoughtfulness.
Photo by Will Ragozzino/Getty

Photo by Will Ragozzino/Getty