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White boy talks ‘Girls’

Cutting Room Floor

When Lena Dunham first unveiled her new comedy “Girls” in the spring of 2012, she publicly marketed it as HBO’s own comment on “Sex and the City.” It wasn’t that much of a stretch. Four white women live in New York and have romantic misadventures. Hannah, Marnie, Jessa and Shoshanna
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My life, in fiction

On Jan. 14, I sent a text message to my best friend. It read: “Is saying, ‘This is fiction,’ enough to convince someone that what you wrote isn’t true?” The night before, I had just finished reading Lena Dunham’s notorious nonfiction essay collection, “Not That Kind of Girl.” Scratch that.
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It’s been a privilege

Millenial Meltdown

Privilege, in my house, was getting dessert after dinner or borrowing the Lexus. But privilege is now a buzzword, and it appears to be everywhere.
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‘Girls’ star partially delivers in new memoir

“There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told,” writes Lena Dunham (“Girls”) in her advice-dolling memoir “Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s ‘Learned.’ ” And tell she does — in witty, disgusting
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4 reasons Mindy Kaling is the epitome of dope

For those of you Cal students who are avid TV-watching fans – we know you’re out there – you may be familiar with Mindy Kaling. Kaling, if you do not already know, is a television show producer, creator and writer. She started out writing for and starring in NBC’s recently
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On the Small Screen: The season finale of ‘Girls’

The first (and only) line of Hannah’s e-book reads, “A friendship between college girls is grander and more dramatic than any romance.” This line seemed totally out of place in the context of the second season of HBO’s “Girls,” in which we have seen the four girls drifting apart and
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Custom Screening: ‘Burning Love’ and TV hook-ups

I pulled the sheets over my large double bed, dislodging enough crumbs from last night’s dinner to excuse me from washing my sheets this week. I was busy counting sheep when I heard a voice from the pillow beside me: “If I was still in my experimental phase, I’d rip
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