This is me shooting my final scene for this upcoming season of Girls.

Rolling, rolling.

No, there are fucking enemies with this fucking show.

You just keep fucking making this show.

How did it keep happening?

It's been too long since I last did it.

Afterwards, everyone was crying and hugging and saying goodbye for the year, but I ran

out the back door and ate three pieces of pizza behind a dumpster because I didn't know

what to do with myself.

This is Women of the Hour, and I'm your host, trusted American Lena Dunham.

When my book came out, I got a lot of criticism, much of it too painful and gross to discuss

here on this family-friendly podcast, okay?

But one of the criticisms that hit me right where I live was that I hadn't talked about

work enough.

That ambition and bosshood and how I got where I am today.

At first I was just like, oh, complainer is going to complain, and I also thought, who

do you want to hear about work?

It's so boring, it's just work.

So I wrote about things like sex and the time made a full wheel of debris and wash it down

with some pralines, but I couldn't get that work criticism out of my head.

It needle that mean, like the news of Danny DeVito and Reoproleman's separation, think

the fucking Lord that was righted.

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