Lena Dunham surprise-released an e-book of short stories on Tuesday (chill TF out Lena, you’re no Beyoncé) called Is It Evil Not To Be Sure? in which she pulls excerpts from a 2005-2006 word doc titled “creative snippets and observations journal.” AKA, she basically published her diary. Her point in all of this? To remind us that even our most worthless of memories are worth preserving.
I know what you’re thinking: GREAT. Another collection of sob stories from our fave plus-sized hipster. But that’s not what this is. This, in all actuality, is a collection of tales in which Dunham is at her betchiest.
And now, because I shamelessly subscribe to Lenny—which featured an excerpt from the e-book—a few choice quotes to show you what I mean:
“I fucking hate this girl.” Yaaas, Lena. Yaas.
“I nap deeply.” Siestas are the most important part of a betch’s day.
“I just want what is owed to me. I just want what is mine.” Because we fucking deserve it.
I know what you’re thinking. Why does Lena get to share stories with the world that probably only her closest friends would care about? I mean, I could tell you about the time I blacked out and pissed down my parents’ staircase, but I won’t because:
1. No one cares about that story.
2. I sort of just told you.
3. I’m not Lena Dunham and backed by some hip publishing company in NYC. Nor do I have the cult-like following of unwavering supporters that she has.
It’s not a big deal, because like, she’s not keeping the money. It’s all being donated to Girls Write Now, a program that gives povo high school girls the education and opportunities they need to get their own writing out into the world. So like, that’s pretty cool and kind of humble.
And so, here we are. Me, an unpublished writer with at least 5 solid handwritten diaries waiting to be peeped by the world. And you, reading about Lena Dunham’s latest publication, probably fuming because she’s famous.