Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
He called me terrible names when I broke up with him for a Puerto Rican named Joe with a tattoo that said mom in Comic Sans.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
He’s a firm but benevolent leader. He talks to adults like they’re juvenile delinquents and to kids like they’re adults.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
I’ve told the story to myself in different variations—there are a few versions of it rattling around in my memory, even though the nature of events is that they only happen once and in one way.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
I looked at pictures of cute things on the Internet and inspected my bikini line for exciting ingrown hairs.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
I miss her the way I missed our loft after we moved in seventh grade: sharply, and then not at all.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
Your godparents, also city people, live a mile down the road. She has red hair and cat’s-eye glasses; he is bald and does one voice to impersonate all four Beatles.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
His skin smelled like soap and subway,
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
This relationship culminated in the worst trip to Los Angeles ever seen outside of a David Lynch film.
Lena Dunham • Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned
I didn’t tell Jonah I was a virgin, just that I hadn’t done it “that much.” I was sure I had already broken my hymen in high school while crawling over a fence in Brooklyn in pursuit of a cat that didn’t want to be rescued.