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Lena Dunham, acclaimed writer-director-star of HBO and Sky Atlantics Girls and the award-winning movie Tiny Furniture, displays her unique powers of observation, wisdom and humour in this exceptional collection of essays.If I could take what Ive learned and make one menial job easier for you, or prevent you from having the kind of sex where you feel you must keep your sneakers on in case you want to run away during the act, then every misstep of mine was worthwhile. Im already predicting my future shame at thinking I had anything to offer you, but also my future glory in having stopped you from trying an expensive juice cleanse or thinking that it was your fault when the person you are dating suddenly backs away, intimidated by the clarity of your personal mission here on earth. No, I am not a sexpert, a psychologist, or a dietician. I am not a mother of three or the owner of a successful hosiery franchise. But I am a girl with a keen interest in having it all, and what follows are hopeful dispatches from the frontlines of that struggle.

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Not That Kind of Girl is a work of nonfiction. Some names and identifying details have been changed.

Copyright 2014 by Lena Dunham
Endpaper art copyright 2014 by Payton Cosell Turner

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Random House, an imprint and division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York.

R ANDOM H OUSE and the House colophon are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.

Illustrations by Joana Avillez

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dunham, Lena
Not that kind of girl : a young woman tells you what shes learned / Lena Dunham.
pages cm
ISBN 978-0-8129-9499-5
eBook ISBN 978-0-8129-9500-8
1. Dunham, Lena. 2. Television producers and directorsUnited StatesBiography. 3. ActorsUnited StatesBiography. I. Title.
PN1992.4.D86A3 2014
791.4502 8092dc23 [B] 2014029492

Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper

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Book design by Elizabeth Spiridakis Olson

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For my family, of course.

For Nora.

And for Jack,
who is just as she said he would be.

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day.

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT , Madame Bovary

How quickly you transform
the energy life throws you into
folded bows of art.

MY FATHER , admonishing me

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I AM TWENTY years old and I hate myself. My hair, my face, the curve of my stomach. The way my voice comes out wavering and my poems come out maudlin. The way my parents talk to me in a slightly higher register than they talk to my sister, as if Im a government worker thats snapped and, if pushed hard enough, might blow up the hostages Ive got tied up in my basement.

I cover up this hatred with a kind of aggressive self-acceptance. I dye my hair a fluorescent shade of yellow, cutting it into a mullet more inspired by photos of 1980s teen mothers than by any current beauty trend. I dress in neon spandex that hugs in all the wrong places. My mother and I have a massive fight when I choose to wear a banana-printed belly shirt and pink leggings to the Vatican and religious tourists gawk and turn away.

Im living in a dormitory that was, not too long ago, an old-age home for low-income townspeople and I dont like thinking about where they might be now. My roommate has moved to New York to explore farm-to-fork cooking and lesbianism, so Im alone, in a ground-floor one-bedroom, a fact I relish until one night a female rugby player rips my screen door off the hinges and barges into the dorm to attack her philandering girlfriend. Ive bought a VHS player and a pair of knitting needles and spend most nights on the sofa, making half a scarf for a boy I like who had a manic break and dropped out. Ive made two short films, both of which my father deemed interesting but beside the point, and am so paralyzed as a writer that Ive started translating poems from languages I dont speak, some kind of Surrealist exercise meant to inspire me but also prevent me from thinking the perverse, looping thoughts that come unbidden: I am hideous. I am going to be living in a mental hospital by the time I am twenty-nine. I will never amount to anything.

You wouldnt know it to see me at a party. In a crowd I am recklessly cheerful, dressed to the nines in thrift-shop gowns and press-on fingernails, fighting the sleepiness that comes from the 350 milligrams of medication I take every night. I dance the hardest, laugh the hardest at my own jokes, and make casual reference to my vagina, like its a car or a chest of drawers. I got mono last year, but it never really went away. Occasionally, one of my glands blows up to the size of a golf ball and protrudes from my neck like one of the bolts that keep Frankensteins monster intact.

I have friends: a kind group of girls whose passions (baking, pressing flowers, community organizing) do not stir me. I feel guilt about this, a sense that my inability to be at home with them proves, once and for all, that I am no good. I laugh, I agree, I find reasons to go home early. I have the nagging sense that my true friends are waiting for me, beyond college, unusual women whose ambitions are as big as their past transgressions, whose hair is piled high, dramatic like topiaries at Versailles, and who never, ever say too much information when you mention a sex dream you had about your father.

But thats also how I felt in high school, sure that my people were from elsewhere and going elsewhere and that they would recognize me when they saw me. They would like me enough that it wouldnt matter if I liked myself. They would see the good in me so that I could, too.

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On Saturdays my friends and I load into somebodys old Volvo and head to a thrift store, where we buy tchotchkes that reek of other peoples lives and clothes that we believe will enhance our own. We all want to look like characters on the sitcoms of our youth, the teenagers we admired when we were still kids. None of the pants ever fit me, unless I head into the maternity section, so I buy mostly sacklike dresses and Cosby sweaters.

Some days, my haul is massive: a peach power suit with subtle coffee stains, leggings with trompe loeil chains running down the sides, a pair of boots specially made for someone with legs of different lengths. But some days the spread is meager. The usual bounty of patterned off-brand Keds and ripped negligees has been snapped up. On one such day, I wander over to the book section, where people discard their guides to better divorce and crafting how-tos, sometimes even their scrapbooks and family photo albums.

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