parry ernsberger
February 28, 2013 9:30 am

Real me relates. Real me also hates that I relate because fake Lena Dunham’s Hannah Horvath is JUST as infectiously believable as real Lena Dunham’s Hannah Horvath and things just got extremely meta for this twenty-something writer, living in New York, who desperately needs therapy but cannot afford health insurance right now, much less thirty years of future psychoanalysis. I don’t know how else to un-inception my way out of this other than trying to explain to you that fake Lena Dunham is actually Chelsea Davison: Copywriter, comedian and ginger extraordinaire. (We’ll let this one live.)

Despite having not yet seen Zero Dark Thirty, this totally works. And Davison is totally great. (Go watch it real fast if you haven’t already.) People have been really quick to criticize Dunham for her portrayal of twenty-somethings, but this playful jab at the self-obsessed, body-baring Girls character is the sincerest form of flattery.

While that may be true, don’t expect to see me in Jennifer Lawrence’s bridal-like Dior gown any time soon. Unless she’s willing to let me borrow it for a hot second. In which case, you will see me falling up every staircase in the New York metro-area.

Featured image via The Daily Beast

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