It was 10 years on Friday since Girls premiered. I am not super “online” like I used to be (or like Hannah Horvath) but I’ve seen some really sweet messages from you, sharing what the show has meant, and it’s been very emotional to say the least. There’s no insta wrap-up that can describe the magic and mayhem of this journey, or room enough in a caption to celebrate the people I made the show with (though a big fat thank you to my @hbo family is the place to start.) The audience is better equipped than I am to argue the finer points of what we did and didn’t do, so all I can say is: my life is too transformed to imagine a world without this having been my (admittedly singular) first grownup job. Instead of trying to rehash it all and craft the perfect caption, I’ve written an essay for my longtime sister friend @voguemagazine about the subject beneath the subject: female friendship. I hope you’ll recognise some of yourself in it, just as you perhaps recognised yourselves in our maddening, imperfect but always striving-for-honesty show. Because of Girls I am a working artist, which is all I ever wanted to be- and even on my worst days I don’t take the chance to keep writing and making things for granted- and even as the nudity jokes keep on comin’ (note to those young ‘uns considering showing your breasts dozens of times on national TV, and your vagina once- it will follow you well into your thirties, once you’ve started wearing mostly art teacher sweaters and literally living the life of a librarian.) To quote my mother on matters of destiny: “it could have been no other way.” So to those of you who have grown up here with me over the past decade, joking and fighting and meme-ing better than I ever could, I appreciate you. And to the many, many people who comprise the Girls microcosm: I hope I’ve shown you my love and gratitude along the way. Love Always, your Birthday Bitch. Link in bio for the essay
It was 10 years on Friday since Girls premiered. I am not super “online” like I used to be (or like Hannah Horvath) but I’ve seen some really sweet messages from you, sharing what the show has meant, and it’s been very emotional to say the least. There’s no insta wrap-up that can describe the magic and mayhem of this journey, or room enough in a caption to celebrate the people I made the show with (though a big fat thank you to my @hbo family is the place to start.) The audience is better equipped than I am to argue the finer points of what we did and didn’t do, so all I can say is: my life is too transformed to imagine a world without this having been my (admittedly singular) first grownup job. Instead of trying to rehash it all and craft the perfect caption, I’ve written an essay for my longtime sister friend @voguemagazine about the subject beneath the subject: female friendship. I hope you’ll recognise some of yourself in it, just as you perhaps recognised yourselves in our maddening, imperfect but always striving-for-honesty show. Because of Girls I am a working artist, which is all I ever wanted to be- and even on my worst days I don’t take the chance to keep writing and making things for granted- and even as the nudity jokes keep on comin’ (note to those young ‘uns considering showing your breasts dozens of times on national TV, and your vagina once- it will follow you well into your thirties, once you’ve started wearing mostly art teacher sweaters and literally living the life of a librarian.) To quote my mother on matters of destiny: “it could have been no other way.” So to those of you who have grown up here with me over the past decade, joking and fighting and meme-ing better than I ever could, I appreciate you. And to the many, many people who comprise the Girls microcosm: I hope I’ve shown you my love and gratitude along the way. Love Always, your Birthday Bitch. Link in bio for the essay
It was 10 years on Friday since Girls premiered. I am not super “online” like I used to be (or like Hannah Horvath) but I’ve seen some really sweet messages from you, sharing what the show has meant, and it’s been very emotional to say the least. There’s no insta wrap-up that can describe the magic and mayhem of this journey, or room enough in a caption to celebrate the people I made the show with (though a big fat thank you to my @hbo family is the place to start.) The audience is better equipped than I am to argue the finer points of what we did and didn’t do, so all I can say is: my life is too transformed to imagine a world without this having been my (admittedly singular) first grownup job. Instead of trying to rehash it all and craft the perfect caption, I’ve written an essay for my longtime sister friend @voguemagazine about the subject beneath the subject: female friendship. I hope you’ll recognise some of yourself in it, just as you perhaps recognised yourselves in our maddening, imperfect but always striving-for-honesty show. Because of Girls I am a working artist, which is all I ever wanted to be- and even on my worst days I don’t take the chance to keep writing and making things for granted- and even as the nudity jokes keep on comin’ (note to those young ‘uns considering showing your breasts dozens of times on national TV, and your vagina once- it will follow you well into your thirties, once you’ve started wearing mostly art teacher sweaters and literally living the life of a librarian.) To quote my mother on matters of destiny: “it could have been no other way.” So to those of you who have grown up here with me over the past decade, joking and fighting and meme-ing better than I ever could, I appreciate you. And to the many, many people who comprise the Girls microcosm: I hope I’ve shown you my love and gratitude along the way. Love Always, your Birthday Bitch. Link in bio for the essay
It was 10 years on Friday since Girls premiered. I am not super “online” like I used to be (or like Hannah Horvath) but I’ve seen some really sweet messages from you, sharing what the show has meant, and it’s been very emotional to say the least. There’s no insta wrap-up that can describe the magic and mayhem of this journey, or room enough in a caption to celebrate the people I made the show with (though a big fat thank you to my @hbo family is the place to start.) The audience is better equipped than I am to argue the finer points of what we did and didn’t do, so all I can say is: my life is too transformed to imagine a world without this having been my (admittedly singular) first grownup job. Instead of trying to rehash it all and craft the perfect caption, I’ve written an essay for my longtime sister friend @voguemagazine about the subject beneath the subject: female friendship. I hope you’ll recognise some of yourself in it, just as you perhaps recognised yourselves in our maddening, imperfect but always striving-for-honesty show. Because of Girls I am a working artist, which is all I ever wanted to be- and even on my worst days I don’t take the chance to keep writing and making things for granted- and even as the nudity jokes keep on comin’ (note to those young ‘uns considering showing your breasts dozens of times on national TV, and your vagina once- it will follow you well into your thirties, once you’ve started wearing mostly art teacher sweaters and literally living the life of a librarian.) To quote my mother on matters of destiny: “it could have been no other way.” So to those of you who have grown up here with me over the past decade, joking and fighting and meme-ing better than I ever could, I appreciate you. And to the many, many people who comprise the Girls microcosm: I hope I’ve shown you my love and gratitude along the way. Love Always, your Birthday Bitch. Link in bio for the essay
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
These pictures tell a little story- hollow eyes, shaky identity as expressed by cliche radical hair color change, pleading notes to self with a false tone of uplift… Right before I found that Robin’s Egg on the ground I got sober, 4 years ago today. I kept changing my hair. I kept writing myself notes. But even in the broodiest selfies my eyes looked occupied again, and somewhere along the way I started smiling like I meant it. Sobriety isn’t the solution for everyone and it’s not a quick fix. We all do life differently. There are a lot of ways to be a person and nobody gets out of here alive, so the goal is to do it with minimal hurt and maximal grace. Sobriety jump started my relationship with something bigger than myself, restored my infinite curiosity and reminded me of who I had always been. And now I’ve been at it for a full presidential term. If you see me today, matcha is on me.
You all know what my passion is for…
Spring has sprung! Remembering the world at large despite our hermetic lifestyle… This is a reminder to stay safe, think of others while protecting yourself, and smell. the. flowers… (also can you believe how cute my pointless bathroom stool is??) London
Spring has sprung! Remembering the world at large despite our hermetic lifestyle… This is a reminder to stay safe, think of others while protecting yourself, and smell. the. flowers… (also can you believe how cute my pointless bathroom stool is??) London
Spring has sprung! Remembering the world at large despite our hermetic lifestyle… This is a reminder to stay safe, think of others while protecting yourself, and smell. the. flowers… (also can you believe how cute my pointless bathroom stool is??) London
Spring has sprung! Remembering the world at large despite our hermetic lifestyle… This is a reminder to stay safe, think of others while protecting yourself, and smell. the. flowers… (also can you believe how cute my pointless bathroom stool is??) London
Spring has sprung! Remembering the world at large despite our hermetic lifestyle… This is a reminder to stay safe, think of others while protecting yourself, and smell. the. flowers… (also can you believe how cute my pointless bathroom stool is??) London
My mother raised me never to say pro-life, because the people who call themselves pro-life are using faux humanist rhetoric to disguise what they truly are: anti-choice. And make no mistake, if reproductive choice is denied it is not just women and people assigned female at birth who suffer- it’s everyone who has hung their hat on the idea that America is a place where we can pursue freedom in all its forms. The overturning of a constitutional right- may I repeat, *constitutional right*- sets the stage for access to birth control to be denied (and birth control is about so much more than reproduction, as many people are dependent on it for their health), the already limited rights of our trans siblings to be repealed and for the ignorance of white cis men controlling a country they refuse to celebrate for its diversity to continue. So what can we do besides cower and rage? Let’s make our voices heard. Let’s stay close to essential organizations like Planned Parenthood and NARAL, who need us more than ever. And let’s remember that more of us know what’s right than what’s wrong when it comes to giving the people freedom to live in their bodies as they see fit. If you’re able to, please join me in donating to the Mississippi Reproductive Freedom Fund. Link in bio to donate.
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
As we come to the close of yet another C-Word season, I am contemplating why it is that we make this show. It started out with a desire to discuss eccentric women and reframe the way the media has thought about them (Alissa as an obsessive historian and me as some random b*tch with a bone to pick.) But we see again and again that the dissection of women by the press and their fans doesn’t stop – it only changes as we come up with new code words to use (if Dailymail calls me quirky, curvaceous, outspoken or casual one more TIME…) And the culture’s effect on the women it idolizes has never been more apparent than with our final subject of the season, Linda Evangelista, who has told a painfully true story about what it is to be built up for your beauty and to be trapped by those same expectations. Deep diving on Linda was a joy- whether she was blowing minds simply by cutting her hair or saying she wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars a day (spoiler alert: she was being kinda cheeky but the press had already cast her in her role as bratty supermodel.) Thank you to my @arnoldfriend6 for being my partner in vintage gossip, our home @hearluminary and to all our listeners aka my parents. Who do you want us to do an episode on next season? Leave your suggestions in the comments… Also, should we dare to do C Word MEN…!? I love you and I’ll never call you crazy! Link in bio to listen to Season 4 on @hearluminary or @apple Podcasts
