Take your white privilege out for a walk. Let it do its business anywhere it wants.
Shake off the patriarchy. Then relax on your own whitewashed Tiny Furniture. Post selfies. For sure.
Say to yourself every day. I’m not fat. I’m thin, for, like Detroit.
Invite Gwyneth over for a sleepover. Make matching gold vagina sculptures. Then screw yourselves. Have jade eggs in the morning.
Remember, I’m rubber, you’re glue. My apologies bounce off me, so not me, it’s you.
Program your internalized dominant male agenda so you can throw pity parties for your ‘delusional girl’ persona.
Redecorate that luminal gray space between admission and vindication. Experiment with varying shades of beige, ivory, and ecru.
Remember, it takes a village to enable a Lena.
Turn on the Lena Dunham Apology Generator. Trend on Twitter.
Rinse, recycle, repeat.
Becky Garrison – 3.6.2019