Fire up your thot-engines, bloggers of the world, because walking bob-cut think-piece Lena Dunham is on the cover of February’s Vogue. Some potential subjects to consider:
Is Lena Dunham pretty enough to be on the cover of Vogue?
And…that’s about it. That’s the most important question we could think of, and one that’s definitely worth debating at length.
We were going to ask if Lena Dunham was the Bob Dylan of comedy, but the story already answered that one:
Since Girls launched in 2012, the 27-year-old Dunham has become to comic television roughly what Bob Dylan was to sixties folk: She’s not the first person to wield her form and her subject (middle-class postcollegiate life), but she does it with such unmatched skill, charisma, and vision that she’s now the genre’s uncontested master, the standard other people strive to reach. After the show won the Golden Globe for its first season, networks rushed to fill their slots with Girls-like sitcoms. Young people chase small-screen careers the way that they previously dreamed of movie-house immortality. Dunham’s ability to speak for a hyperconnected generation rich in entitled ambition but poor in practical know-how has carved a trenchant cultural portrait; in her shadow, TV comedy has started seeming relevant again—and very cool.
All think-pieces are due back here on my desk by EOD. Get to work.
Photos by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue.