I guess there really is hope for all of us! After very publicly lamenting, via interviews and her semi-autobiographical TV show, how terrible her love life was/is/had been, Lena Dunham, she of the multiple gay boyfriends and constant, awkward, soul crushing sex, has gone and found herself a suitably famous boyfriend with whom to collaborate on creative projects and practice copulating. The lucky gent? Jack Antonoff of the band “fun.” (that is how they write their name), which news outlets are reporting is an “indie rock” band but which might be more accurately described as a machine that churns out swelling, overwrought, Glee-vocaled tracks customized for various pivotal scenes on Gossip Girl. This is him:
I am of two minds on this. First and foremost, I’m glad Lena Dunham found a man piece, because everyone deserves romantic happiness, even writers/stars of good-but-overhyped television shows who refuse to fully acknowledge their own privilege. That said, did she really have to go with a prematurely balding fashion victim who looks like he gets shoved into lockers by Andy Samberg? Being rich and famous means you get to date someone hotter than you!
Beyond the looks factor, this dude’s band is just not cool. Like label mates Paramore and Panic! At The Disco, they straddle the line between pop-emo and straight up pop, and are what has replaced actual rock music at MTV’s various awards shows. You know you’re in trouble when you’re making people miss the gritty, roughed up vibe of Dashboard Confessional. How much more would you respect Dunham if she started banging anyone whose fan base is old enough to drink alcohol? I guess it’s consistent with her brand of being a nice, clean, well-to-do, New Yorker-reading, childhood-fetishizing fauxhemian. But I’m still going to pretend she’s only doing this to check off the best box on Jenna Maroney‘s sexual bucket list: “Yoko Ono a children’s band.”
(Via Us Weekly)