On Lena Dunham, the Sexual Abuse Accusations, and the Importance of Telling Uncomfortable Stories

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Lena Dunham reading at BAM
Photo by Beowulf Sheehan, courtesy of BAM

Yesterday, it was announced that Lena Dunham was canceling two of the dates on the European leg of her book tour. This announcement followed the accusation by a right-wing website that Dunham’s book includes descriptions of the author “sexually abusing her little sister,” as well as a series of tweets from Dunham in which she called the accusations “really fucking upsetting and disgusting” and admitted that she was in a “rage spiral” because while “usually this is the kind of stuff [she] can ignore” this accusation “demean[s] sufferers” and “twist[s her] words.” 

Since its release a month ago, Dunham’s book has received overwhelmingly positive reviews (including one by me, in our sister publication The L Magazine), with certain of the book’s many personal anecdotes receiving far more media attention than others, i.e. when Dunham was raped by Barry, the resident mustachioed Oberlin college Republican, and Dunham’s descriptions of her time in therapy as an adolescent. But now, one part of the book which had not been touched upon by many reviews—the chapter devoted to Dunham’s relationship with her younger sister, Grace—is getting a great deal of attention, due in no small part to its inclusion in Kevin D. Williamson’s savage review of Dunham’s book in The National Review.

The chapter—from which Dunham read aloud at her recent BAM event—details everything from Grace’s excellent taste in shirts (a sartorial strength on display that night at BAM) to how Grace revealed she was gay to Dunham’s pretty much life-long attempts to understand the mysterious-to-her person who just so happened to also be her sister. The events which Dunham recounts in the book are, I think, recognizable—if not all necessarily personally familiar—to most people who, as children, were full of seemingly infinite questions about the people to whom they weirdly, wonderfully, randomly happened to be related. For many of us, these questions weren’t the kind that could be asked in any type of orthodox way—even if we were old enough or able to find the words to know how to ask. And so we explored. That is what childhood—and really all of life—is, after all: a mission to find things out. And because the part of this particular exploration that Dunham writes about happened when she was a 7-year-old, some of the things she describes—things like bribing Grace with “three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds”—are things that would—understandably and correctly, even—be more than a little worrisome if they were the actions of an adult, rather than a child.

But they aren’t the actions of an adult. Yes, Dunham writes that the things she did to Grace were things that “a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl.” But Dunham also writes that she is an “unreliable narrator,” which—even though, yes, this is a memoir—is a pretty clear indication that not every single thing that Dunham recounts in the book can be taken as being absolutely what happened. Because, even in memoir, absolutes don’t exist; there is no “truth” with a capital T—especially when it comes to relating experiences that are 20 years old, and occurred when the narrator was a child. Which isn’t to say that I’m suggesting Dunham made up the stories at which Williamson and others are taking offense (though Williamson himself calls one story about Grace “especially suspicious”), rather that to take these anecdotes and pervert them for a very specific agenda (in Williamson’s case, it’s the idea that Dunham is an over-privileged, untalented left-wing liar with shitty parents) is unconscionable. When taken out of context from the rest of the book, yes, stories about 7-year-old Dunham looking at her baby sister’s vagina can—and, clearly, have—be twisted into proof that she was a disturbed child who manipulated her sibling’s body for her own purposes. Or, you know, you could actually read the book and take those moments for what they are: part of a larger portrayal of Dunham as a compulsively curious child, one who had relatively little limitations imposed—either internally or externally—on what she could explore. Did this extend to exploring her own body and those of people who were close to her? Sure. Is this the first time that a child has explored the body of another child? Absolutely not. But is it common for such an exploration to be openly written about, with the knowledge that it will be widely read? Not even close.

And therein lies part of the problem. Even if they don’t condemn 7-year-old Dunham’s actions, many people are now wondering why Dunham would even write about such things, and why any editor would let Dunham include this sort of experience in her book. Wouldn’t it, after all, just have been easier to edit that stuff out? Well, yes. It would have. It also would have been easier to edit out the fact that Dunham was drunk and on coke when she was raped by the college Republican. And it would have made for a better narrative for Dunham to forgo mentioning that her father went to Andover, thus further cementing Dunham’s reputation as being nothing more than an oblivious child of privilege. In fact, there are a lot of ways that Dunham could have sanitized her memoir, just as there are a lot of ways in which Dunham could make Hannah on Girls a more “likable” protagonist. But what we would all be losing if Dunham chose to do that is an essential truth that the lives people—and specifically women—lead are not all sanitized, and that we do not need to be likable or always do the right things in order to be worth listening to.

Maybe you’ll read Dunham’s book and think she seems like a terrible person. Maybe you won’t approve of or relate to choices she’s made or stories she tells. But to condemn her in this way is nothing less than an attempt to silence a woman who is telling a very specific, uncomfortable truth about herself, and so, by extension, it is an attempt to silence other people from doing the same thing. And that is inexcusable. Because what would be the point of a world full of writing in which the narrator is flawless and beyond reproach? We need to be exposed to the unflattering, the harsh, the ugly. Too many people are afraid to write that way, though. They are afraid that in doing so, they will be condemned as being nothing more than the darkest parts of themselves. And after seeing what’s happening to Lena Dunham, it’s easy to see why they feel that way. This is why it’s important to celebrate writing that tackles difficult subjects, pieces in which writers expose themselves as being imperfect and even flat-out wrong. It might, after all, be pretty to think that the world is full of people who always behave admirably and have never made the wrong decisions or acted in a questionable manner, but that has nothing to do with reality. Silencing those who attempt to give voice to uncomfortable truths does nothing to help anyone, least of all, those who most need to know that they’re not alone. Because the truth (lower case “t”) is that all of us are capable of bad decisions that can’t just be edited out for appearances, and they shouldn’t have to be.

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  1. “The events which Dunham recounts in the book are, I think, recognizable—if not all necessarily personally familiar—to most people who, as children, were full of seemingly infinite questions about the people to whom they weirdly, wonderfully, randomly happened to be related.”

    That hurt.

  2. Let’s do this little test. Older sister Lisa gives younger sister Gertie if Gertie lets Lisa punch her in the face. Physical abuse? Of course. Now: Older sister Lisa gives Gertie treats if she will lie on top of her and kiss her in a prolonged fashion. Sexual abuse?

    Wait… is she a media darling or not?

  3. In 2003, mild mannered Leonard Shlain wrote:

    “When asked, many men will gallantly express their admiration for women in general and profess a profuse love for their mates in particular. Despite these touching personal testimonials, society is rife with misogyny and patriarchy.”

    You don’t have to be a radical feminist or an academician to accept National Review’s rife with misogynists and defenders of patriarchy. I saw one episode from the first year of Girls – I found Dunham smart, topical, and a bit kinky. (I have no time or money for HBO.) Women like her intimidate sexists and patriarchal blowhards to no end. And if you throw in our pedophilic obsessions and our heavily sexually repressed culture – ingrained in “the American way” bankrolled by conservatism and religion – you can sense why Kevin Williamson went on a hot and heavy rampage. He’s just jealous he didn’t have Lena as a sister and played the kissing game back then. Or now. I forget which.

    I tried to read Kevin Williamson’s article – honestly, I tried.

    But it has misogynist written all over it – and it’s so predictable, like everything written by a conservative. Kevin Williamson is jealous of Lena Dunham – and wants to abuse her in bed – at the very least.

  4. Wow. All a sudden in liberal sphere spreading of your sisters vagina to look inside and bribing your little sister to lay on top of you and swap spits is ok. At the least creepy and most probably child abuse in which 7 yr olds can be held accountable and forced into therapy.

  5. Lena Dunham, first and foremost, is revolting in about every possible way there is possible. Her pseudo Ephron, which was a pseudo Allen, got old years ago. She is the embodiment of narcissism, a sometimes-above-mediocre writer, and completely obnoxious about how it doesn’t matter because she’s Just That Great.

    The majority of the breathing population, outside of the media bubble, has been impatiently waiting for Lena Dunham to go away, somewhere. The question is not whether Lena Dunham molested a member of her family (who cares?) the point is that Dunham has been pleasuring herself incessantly in front of a mostly captive audience.

    Nobody of any literary mettle thinks Dunham is anything but a narcissist who’s read a lot. No one with any objectivity thinks Dunham is enduringly, or even especially funny. No one but Lena Dunham thinks Lena Dunham is a sex symbol and she embarrassed the hell out of a lot of Democrats when she made that disgusting endorsement commercial for Obama. The bubble that Lena Dunham lives in did not allow her to realize that she was actually hurting Obama with her nonsense.

    NO ONE, of human orientation, wants to hear Lena Dunham talk about sex, or see her take off her clothes.

    The media should give us a break and stop forcing this spoiled child down our throats.

  6. That last paragraph is ridiculous. It’s not that she’s writing “uncomfortable truth” about herself, it’s that she’s doing so uncritically and unreflectively. She’s not exposing herself as a flawed, wrong person, she doesn’t think she’s even done anything wrong. That’s the issue here. To call criticism of this total lack of self-awareness “silencing” is horrendous.

  7. Of course you fail to address her masturbating with her little sister at age 17! c’mon that’s an adult – stop with the whitewash, stop protecting abusers!

  8. Big problem here – it’s not only her truth to tell.

    I’ve heard a dozen times that “Grace was okay” with the book, but there are some serious indicators of a power imbalance there, Grace is by all accounts a very private person who has objected many times to lena using her life for material.. Lena once said that she considers her sister an extension of herself, which is an appalling thing to say.

    Furthermore, There’s a difference between editing out these stories and saying “you know, maybe you shouldn’t use the words sexual predator.” (And as many survivors of such abuse have pointed out, such language and the flippant wat she wrote about it makes it hard for them to speak up about their own experiences)

    Finally, let’s be honest here: if, say, Howard Stern wrote about examining the vagina of a young cousin then later plying her with candy and masturbating near her while she was sleeping, I sincerely doubt anyone would call that a brave truth.


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