HBO Girls actor Lena Dunham‘s thing is to kiss up during an interview.
If anyone recalls her appearances on “The Howard Stern Show,” it’s cringeworthy how much she sucked up to Howard Stern and Robin Quivers even after he called her a “little fat girl.”
In 2013, Howard said, “It’s a little fat girl who kinda looks like Jonah Hill and she keeps taking her clothes off and it kind of feels like rape. She seems — it’s like — I don’t want to see that.”
Dunham called into his show to say that she’s “not that fat.”
He responded by telling her he loves her.
Her reaction and blatant ass kissing during on his program has been more than enough to make the hairs on your arms tingle — and not in a good way. Instead, it makes a person wonder: Why the fuck does Lena Dunham feel like she has to kiss so much ass wherever she goes?
In a recent interview with NYT‘s former executive editor Jill Abramson she spent the entire interview telling her how great she is. She resurrected an email exchange she had with the late NYT media writer David Carr to back up her compliments. It’s true — she sucked up to Carr in his grave.
“Jill Abramson is a pushy broad,” the headline on Dunham’s “Lenny” newsletter blares.
And things only go up from there.
“Jill doesn’t ask easy questions, and she doesn’t offer simple answers,” Dunham wrote. “It was all you could hope for from the woman who shattered the glass ceiling then picked up the pieces with her bare hands.”
She salivated over Abramson making baby oatmeal and finishing a book. An avalanche of praise came for saying she was “fired” from the NYT.
She turned to Carr for more reasons to kiss up to Abramson. She bravely admitted to Abramson that when she wrote Carr she told him, “I love Jill Abramson. What the fuck happened?”
While my tendency is and always has been to side with a damsel in any form of distress, I wanted to double-check my supportive reaction. After all, women can fuck things up too. And so I did what I always did, from March 2010, when we met, until his death five years later: I “pinged” David Carr (his word, not mine) with an email titled “how should I feel about this Jill Abramson thing?” David, the Times’ media columnist, was strong, fair, honest, remarkably free of prejudice, and incredibly focused on the quality of the work rather than the identity of the worker. And he was committed to the paper above all else, its health and well-being and integrity. I knew his answer would be both layered and clarifying. A few minutes later, I was pinged back:
“you should feel bad about it and a little scared for our shop. we always manage to mangle success.
even if you accept jill was a handful — not to me and a lot of the people I like at the paper — still doesn’t scan.
ie … business was good, journalism was good, culture was tough.
all the editors of the paper … become monsters and she was an incredibly effective one. a great, forgive me, newsman.
and regardless, did she deserve to be dragged out into the public square and be stoned to death for being a bitch?
hell no.”
Lena further buttered Abramson up by telling her how “impressed” she is with Abramson’s penchant for one-line emails. She threw in a random compliment for NBC’s Andrea Mitchell for getting kicked out of the State Department.
And if all that wasn’t enough, she worshipped Abramson’s daughter for posting a picture of her mom in boxing gloves after the whole NYT firing went down.
Dunham called her a “rad fucking bitch.”
Which, of course, in Dunham lingo, is a high form of adoration.
Because what else is there?