Yesterday we covered the ongoing soap opera of the immensely unattractive and monumentally untalented Lena Dunham’s bogus rape accusation. Long story short: she accused a college classmate of raping her, she clearly identified the alleged rapist which has caused him a lot of difficulties, now her publisher is paying the man’s legal expenses and altering future editions of the book to emphasize that the name is a pseudonym. Basically, this is the type of careless and narcissistic behavior Dunham has raised to an art form. Now she takes to the friendly pages of The Daily Beast to continue to push her “fake but accurate” story.
The best way to start out a lie is with the lie. Here Dunham doesn’t fail us:
To be very clear, “Barry” is a pseudonym, not the name of the man who assaulted me, and any resemblance to a person with this name is an unfortunate and surreal coincidence. I am sorry about all he has experienced.
Speaking out was never about exposing the man who assaulted me. Rather, it was about exposing my shame, letting it dry out in the sun.
The fact is that Dunham identified the rapist as the most prominent Republican at Oberlin. This, alone, reduces the range of possibilities to the low single digits. She further says he had a radio show. Now we are in rarefied air: a prominent Oberlin college Republican with a radio show. Finally, she named him as Barry. How many of those do you think there are? If you answered “probably a lot” then there is a job opening for you in her publisher’s legal department. To anyone else, Dunham’s game is fairly transparent: she set out to use her personal power and fame as a way of vilifying a young man who had different politics than hers. Had the man involved been a college Democrat or even someone who was apolitical it would have no more fit into Dunham’s narrative than would writing about a fraternity rape at a minor university… or a historically black college or university… would have fit into the web of lies woven by Rolling Stone’s Sabrina Rubin Ederly.
Having dismissed a callous attempt by a relatively powerful woman to ruin the life of a very powerless man with a simple “I am sorry,” Dunham, being the seeming sociopath that she is, goes on to paint herself the victim. It is worth noting that …read more