As the last season of the hit TV show premieres this week, Girls really has become the voice of a generation of twenty-something women trying to navigate their way through the world once their student days are over.
I lost count of the number I got from people who were calling me everything from a slut to someone who should die because she was so ugly. Just like Lena, I found it really hard to push these sort of comments aside, even though I didn't know the people who were saying it.
Sometimes older people just don't get it, and it's not even their fault. We see Hannah in all her drug-riddled horror when
While women once asked themselves whether they were a Carrie or a Samantha, these days, it’s all about discovering which
Now the presents have been unwrapped, the mince pies munched, and the weather's turned a non-festive shade of grey, is there
I'll admit I was a little late to the Girls party. But once I arrived, I partied HARD, watching all three seasons in the space of a week. The finale marked a Lena Dunham-shaped hole in my life, which I have partially filled with her new autobiography Not That Kind of Girl, but by and large I remain pining for season 4 to hit our screens next year.
To your everyday woman, perhaps not accustomed to a life of airbrushed perfection, it can be just a fairly dispiriting, potentially bruising, high gloss, fashion mag. But, I'm convinced that it's supposed to represent more than that. Step forward Lena Dunham.
The ultimate Prippy Queens: Kate Bosworth, Sienna Miller, Mila Kunis and Kate Beckinsale: big scarves, floppy sweaters, the Isabel Marant boot, denim shirts, tailored jackets, structured bags and sparkly earings. How do they manage to make it look so cohesive and right?
I wonder how many friendships forged by people in their twenties survive, not many I should think.