The severity of Lena Dunham’s words were not truly evident to me until this morning.
When I saw the photo she posted of her little sister Grace, about a year ago, and the comment she made about the photo on Instagram, I feel she is a danger to children.
The photo shows the five year-old child with make-up, fake breasts, and “bad girl” written on her shirt. Dunham writes about the photo: “that time I dressed my 5 year old sister as a Hell’s Angel’s sex property #1997”
In case she removes the photo from Instagram, it is also here:
Then I re-read this sentence from Dunham’s book, describing the times she shared a bed with the child (in which Dunham masturbated next to her):
“I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old,” Dunham wrote in Not That Kind of Girl. “She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me… Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.”
Figure what out? If you are a child molester, or attracted to children in a sexual way?
Then I re-read this paragraph:
“Do we all have uteruses?” I asked my mother when I was seven. “Yes,” she told me. “We’re born with them, and with all our eggs, but they start out very small. And they aren’t ready to make babies until we’re older.” I look at my sister, now a slim, tough one-year-old, and at her tiny belly. I imagined her eggs inside her, like the sack of spider eggs in Charlotte’s Web, and her uterus, the size of a thimble.”
“Tiny belly,” “slim,” “sticky, muscly little body, thrashing beside me…” Words of a pedophile?
“Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn’t resist…”
Dunham titled her book, “Not That Kind of Girl.” I think she is indeed that kind of girl, and this woman should never be allowed around children.