I like the HBO show Girls about a group of twenty-somethings exploring the complicated worlds of sex, money and work. I like it better than Sex in the City. I could never relate to Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte. I was never pretty or skinny or rich. I was Lena Dunham. Dunham has been hailed as the next Woody Allen and villified as a dirty little pudgy girl who spends too much time with her boobs hanging out. I wouldn't go quite so far as leveling up Dunham against the Woodster. But I do understand and appreciate what the fuss is all about. Dunham speaks to all the insecurities that girls -- and women -- have when they are first starting out in the world. Her stories are in the present tense, but they certainly aren't new. Every girl has a woulda, coulda, shoulda in her closet. Some of us old broads have done the walk of shame more than once. We're not the Red Hat Society, that's for sure. Just call our behavior Past Imperfect. So even though...
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