Dunham’s telling of this anecdote as if it were funny (and not suggestive of psychological problems) was indeed disturbing. But the implication by her various, mostly right-wing scapegoaters that a seven year old is morally responsible for her actions was also pretty disturbing.

I’d say calling this a “hack” is misplaced since it doesn’t actually solve a problem. As far as I know there’s no hack for being a fuckstick who lords it over service workers to feel special, unless you count sticking your head in a toilet and thinking seriously about where your life took a wrong turn as a hack.

That’s why I could never get into that show in the first place. Not that a show with an asshole as the central character can’t be great (see: Curb Your Enthusiasm), but I think SATC lacked the requisite self-awareness. I sort of felt like audience was just expected to uncritically identify with this shallow asshole…

Yep. And this is why I will be making a point of NOT celebrating Canada’s 150th. Because this country is disgustingly racist and we need to face up to that shit before we have any right to celebrate.

What Aludra said. Our (Canada’s) treatment of native people is despicable. This country is disgustingly racist and it shouldn’t be a fucking surprise that stuff this fucked up happens on reserves, where there are people trying to get over mass intergenerational trauma in often unacceptably poor living conditions.

Awesome. That’s even better than my vintage Hell’s Angels jacket.

Wow, this would be a great addition to my collection of Altamont merchandise!

I didn’t see this comment before I posted the other one. I gotta give you some respect for it.

Up until the last eight words of your comment, I was planning a reasoned and detailed response, because I thought you might just be misunderstanding what the body positivity movement is fundamentally about. And then I got to this:

Just because:

Crumb is one of my all-time favourite movies. For some reason I feel the need to re-watch it every few years. It’s a complicated movie. There’s the “problematic” nature of Crumb’s work itself (the movie acknowledges the sexist and racist stuff, but I think people’s genuine concerns about it sort of get brushed…

Jodie Foster said that being associated with John Hinckley’s assassination attempt on Reagan was scarring, even though it was obviously in no way her fault. I can imagine this being similar.

I’ll bet her text conversation was really a safety call - as in, she had an arrangement with her friend where she would text the friend if she felt unsafe during the date, and the friend would contact her with an “emergency.” A lot of people make this kind of arrangement for first dates.

So I was thinking “yeah I’ll watch this because I like pretty nature things, but I’m not gonna have an existential crisis because I’m already comfortable with the thought that my existence is small and meaningless.” And now my eyes are full of tears and I don’t know why.

I had never heard that term before, perhaps because I am one million years old and I live in a cave. I retain a tiny amount of skepticism about what the phrase means in this particular song, but for all intents and purposes I’ve been schooled.

“Let me know if I can fuck with you, boy” is easily one of the worst lyrics I’ve ever heard. It’s probably supposed to sound cheeky or sexy or something, but it comes off more as menacing. Like, “I’m going to psychologically abuse and manipulate you and you’re going to like it.”

This is exactly how I feel.