There is delusion. There is self-delusion. And then there is Lena Dunham . Now, I have never seen. I have no intention of ever seeing. The idea of spending even a nanosecond watchingwith ugly New York City girls who are apparently even MORE retarded than Sarah Jessica Parker and company isn't exactly on my list of Things To Do.Yes, lucky. So lucky. That's the first thing that springs to mind. It doesn't even look human. It looks like something out of Lovecraft. It looks like something that should be harpooned and processed for ivory and oil. It looks like the Pillsbury Doughboy was raped by a dugong. It looks like something that most certainly should not be displayed without clothes anywhere, least of all on television. If there is a rational argument for Sharia in the United States of America, this is it. Say what you will about Wahhabism, but at least in Saudi Arabia, they'd put a misshapen creature like this in a burqah.Some say that beauty is on the inside. But when there is beauty on the inside, some hint of it always shines through. This abomination is pure self-centered ugliness seeping out from within.

Labels: media, trainwreck