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New York Post, I love you, but you bring me down. There’s a review of Season 2 of Girls that declares:

It’s not every day in the TV world of anorexic actresses with fake boobs that a woman with giant thighs, a sloppy backside and small breasts is compelled to show it all. It’s a boon for the out-of-shape, and perhaps a giant economic loss for high-end gyms, especially in Brooklyn…

 

This season, Hannah has grown a pair, sort of, and is no longer the sex slave of the slob slacker. In fact, Adam as well as another man are now obsessed with her and can’t get enough of her blobby body.

Look, I don’t really require a lot of political correctness in writing. And I think Girls perpetuates the myth that there’s something free-wheeling and exciting about being a woman child, when, really, it is pretty exciting to be able to do stuff competently (this is my way of saying I will watch for Marnie but only Marnie who I think I could have nice dinners with, which we could cook).

So, what I’m saying is that there are, to my mind, a lot of flaws with Girls. But none of them are a result of Lena Dunham’s “blobby body.”

Her body is fine. Her body is a perfectly acceptable body type and indicating that a woman with Lena Dunham’s body ought to make her undesirable – or for that matter, that slimmer actresses are anorexic – is just ridiculous.

Good. Glad we cleared that up. I will resume watching Downton Abbey over and over.

Picture via Girls/HBO