First of all, normal people neither know nor care who Lena Dunham is. She has a show on HBO that very few people watch, she made a campaign commercial for Barack Obama comparing voting for Obama to having sex with Obama, and she is absolutely adored on the Democrat media left. The Left considers her the voice of her generation.
Her father, Carroll Dunham, is a painter noted for his primitive brand of highbrow pornography, his canvases anchored by puffy neon-pink labia; her photographer mother filled the family home with nude pictures of herself, “legs spread defiantly.” Self-styled radicals from old money, they were not the sort of people inclined to enforce even the most lax of boundaries.
So, basically, she was raised the way left-wing progressives think children should be raised. And then there’s this tidbit.
Dunham writes of casually masturbating while in bed next to her younger sister, of bribing her with “three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds . . . anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl I was trying.” At one point, when her sister is a toddler, Lena Dunham pries open her vagina — “my curiosity got the best of me,” she offers, as though that were an explanation. “This was within the spectrum of things I did.”
This is also within the spectrum of things that result in foster care.
Apparently, Ms. Dunham is upset that “right-wingers” disapprove of her molesting her little sister, and later bragging about it. I guess she believes it’s the sort of thing only “right-wingers” get upset about.