Actress and writer Lena Dunham admitted during an interview with The Cut that she does not appeal to everyone:
Recently, Dunham has come to a realization that other people came to a while ago: “Yeah, I’m not for everyone.”
The Cut noted Dinham’s long history of apologizing:
An incomplete list of things Dunham has been asked to apologize for: the nondiverse casting on Girls; casting Donald Glover as a black Republican boyfriend the season after she got in trouble for having an all-white cast; saying in an interview, “No one would be calling me a racist if they knew how badly I wanted to fuck Drake”; declaring herself “thin for, like, Detroit”; writing a New Yorker essay called “Dog or Jewish Boyfriend? A Quiz”; constantly being naked; tweeting a photo of herself wearing a scarf around her head like a hijab; accusing a Spanish magazine of airbrushing her photos (it did not); comparing Bill Cosby to the Holocaust; giving Horvath a brown baby at the end of Girls (and casting a baby that was Puerto Rican and Haitian, not half-Pakistani, as the script dictated); comparing the reading of negative Jezebel coverage to getting beaten in the face by an abusive husband; accusing NFL player Odell Beckham Jr. of not wanting to sleep with her; saying she disliked India because of the visible poverty; apologizing but never learning.
Dunham also talked abut her many gynecological surgeries, and her PTSD:
She says the PTSD was a result of the trauma of sexual assault and “medical trauma.” Gynecological appointments were particularly triggering.
She began prolonged-exposure therapy…
Now she attends group therapy and is in communication with women who reach out to her with their own stories of benzodiazepine dependence. She counsels them. “I’m a benzo doula.”
Dunham also went through a break-up with her boyfriend Jack Antonoff and producing partner Jenni Konner:
Maybe my illness made me impossible to be close to, maybe my fame made me impossible to be close to … I’ll work that stuff out in the future, but I was not operating in healthy relationship to the people closest to me.
Now she doesn’t have to absorb whatever bullshit I tweet that day. Whatever I do doesn’t have to now be hers, which, I’m sure I’d imagine if I were her, would be a relief.