Anna Wintour, the platitudinous iconic tigress who heads up Vogue, says about Lena Dunham, “Lena is a strong, confident woman who charts her own path, and that, to my mind makes her an inspiring role model.”
Beauty has nothing to do with confidence and independence. It is an aesthetic essence that deserves credit for itself rather than misinterpretations. And there is no way that a stubby, dour faced girl like Lena belongs on the cover of Vogue, not even in an addendum.
Lena Dunham is a toad. I’m sorry that I don’t find toads erotic. I really don’t want to see her hopping around the pages of Vogue. She might bump into Gisele Bundchen and give her warts. At the same I don’t want Gisele being given a five minute comedy set at Caroline’s. She doesn’t look funny to me. Hot is not a laughing matter. Let people exult in their strengths. Don’t put them in positions of weakness.
Ugliness is ugliness; funny is funny; beauty is beauty.
Lena ending up in Vogue is as ridiculous as Obama receiving the Nobel Peace Prize before he was President.
Lena is what she is –a bright, politically correct, middle of the road comedian. Don’t stuff her in the company of the glossy pages of real beauties. She will look like a tarred duck out of water surrounded by a pool of magnificent models.
Implying that Lena is pretty is like saying that Gisele Bundchen is a comedian. I would not put Gisele in a comedy magazine nor give her a five minute set at Caroline’s. Spare us from affronting the world of beauty by stuffing Lena into the pages of Vogue. It is sacrilegious to the Gods of good looks.
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