Dunham’s new memoir, Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s “Learned” (Random House, 2014), is equal parts horrifying and hilarious.
I won’t say we can’t be fit and healthy, but I can say we aren’t exactly known for those characteristics. We are stereotyped as pasty, tortured, intellectual, deeply troubled people with a penchant for alcohol.
If you’ve ever been pick-pocketed by a junkie, or roomed with an artist who painted with his own blood and semen, or watched two rats fight over human feces, then I have a must-read for you.
I’d been a Twitter-hater up until then. I was all over Facebook, but I didn’t get … how anyone would find wisdom in a 140-character distillation of Justin Bieber’s deepest thoughts.
…45 percent of writers said they watched a funny animal video to help get them through a creative block. Four percent said they stopped writing to have sex…
The story begins harmlessly enough; Ortiz is a detached teenager from a dysfunctional home whose new English teacher, Mr. Ivers, sees her passion for writing…