Tuesday, September 23, 2014

my night with lena dunham at just for laughs



This is going to be a little obsessive and I’ve already discussed more Lena Dunham than I have about spring ’15 collections currently strutting down the runway, but sometimes, one more post about Dunham won’t cause any harm.

I went to see Lena Dunham at Just For Laughs in Toronto on Saturday and I must tell you everything because you need to live vicariously through me. It goes like this:

The sea of women permeating the outside box office was in her 20’s, white and probably a feminist, like Dunham herself. There were men, probably the boyfriends, probably the gay best friend and one bro. Experiences are one of a kind and that evening amalgamated a homosexual feminist hipster and an advertising bro indifferent to equality to hear a voice of our generation speak.

The price to hear Dunham read an excerpt from her upcoming memoir titled, Not That Kind of Girl, was a little steep. Dunham being a headliner was charging $69, or something like that, but being a friend and roommate to an advertising bro has some perks: FREE TICKETS BITCHES!!

The seats were so high in the balcony area that I completely forgot where I was when the opener, of course, was making innocuous Jewish jokes and that every Californian neighbourhood is essentially a thriving Mexican neighbourhood. 

Lena Dunham finally arrived from the right side of the stage sporting one of those trending outfits you’d see only shot by Tommy Ton during fashion week that included a dress and pair of pants. The electric dress that Dunham wore by Toronto designer Erin Kleinberg was so luminous that I forgot that I could barely see her mouth speak. We must not discount her platinum blonde hair because that was an extension of her luminous Batman signal.

To sum up her excerpt, Dunham read a chapter of when she was at camp with a plethora of hormonal raging girls and witnessed a young boy aggressively masturbating to what she felt was an attack on her. The neurosis was so blatantly obvious, but she was not in any form denying her neurotic tendencies.  

The show proceeded to a Q&A with Jian Gomehsi asking Dunham about the memoir, nepotism, feminism and about her first time in Toronto. The memoir was created because she didn’t want it to be so cliché to write it at 40, the nepotism rumours can be put to rest because apparently it’s bullshit, feminism is where she controls what she can do with her body and Dunham thinks Sarah McLachlan is from Toronto. She is from Nova Scotia. 

The final installment of the show ended with a Q&A from the audience. The questions came from women waving their hands so eagerly to have their questions answered directly from Dunham. The first question was not a question, more of a redundant statement of how much love she had for Dunham. I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I’m not tweeting to @RealSMG every hour on the hour, but who’s counting. There were also questions ranging from the bounty that Jezebel wanted for the untouched photos from Vogue to the necessity for a male ally. She answered everything accordingly and ended at that.

I noticed from my peripheral view that my friend would occasionally peep at his phone probably wondering when the show would end. You don’t browse at your phone when Dunham is in your presence. She has important shit to say about ISIS, Republicans and ketchup chips. The question of the male ally got me thinking, do we need more bro’s being feminist? I previously mentioned that my friend is indifferent to feminism. During university, he was enrolled in a gender studies class only to be castrated by the professor for being male. I told him he had a radical feminist. My friend is white, male and in his 20’s and that constitutes as “power” in our society, right? So utilize your privilege and give feminism a chance, brah.

If Lena Dunham can't change him, maybe this recent speech by Emma Watson will compel him. I cried.

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