Not That Kind of Girl...A review.
Whenever I watch the show Girls (written by Lena Dunham), I always giggle and think, Oh my goodness, I'm so glad I'm watching it alone. It's horrifying, embarrassing and funny. Honest, but to the point where you think, She knows this is available to THE WORLD, right?! I had a very similar feeling while I read this entire book.
Dunham is funny, but tender. She seems desperate to be liked by everyone, but intimidated by no one. I was impressed with her vulnerability, especially when talking about difficult things that have happened to her.
The fact that she is my age is compelling to me because she's accomplished so much. Part of that is may be because of where she grew up, but it's also because she's really talented and I don't think many people have the combination of bravery, wit, and I-don't-care-what-you-think attitude that she does.
Dunham is equally relatable and absolutely foreign at the same time. The chapter where she reveals her "most secret and humiliating document on her computer," which is a very precise, week-long food diary, I was laughing out loud. It's something every single woman I know has done at some point and would be absolutely mortified to share with the world.
But then there are references to growing up in New York, like taking the train alone at a young age or not only knowing, but actively participating in feminism during childhood. This is basically the opposite of my childhood experience.
But those things made the book extremely captivating. That and the fact that you're trying to sift truth from embellishment the whole time.
She also mentions the book/memoir she will write when she's 80. I just don't think I can wait that long.
Who is this book for?
Your crazy Aunt Nancy: Obviously...
Moms: Not unless she's just like her crazy sister Nancy.
Mennonites: Which end of the spectrum are they on?
Your friend who is making a tough decision: Yep.
What does this book say?
But I also think when we embark on intimate relationships, we make a basic human promise to be decent, to hold a flattering mirror up to each other, to be respectful as we explore each other.
I live in a world that is almost compulsively free of secrets.