Just when you thought that she’s been pulling a disappearing act like her buddy Hillary, Lena Dunham breaks her silence.
On Instagram.
On Memorial Day.
In her underwear.

The photo came complete with a commentary from Mizzz Dunham (as if the photo wasn’t enough of a trainwreck):

Love my @lonelylingerie and I think I will wear it to dinner with some boots & a smile because we are all very lucky to be free-Lena Dunham.

I know, it should come as no surprise by now that this attention-starved child who happens to be so out-of-touch with reality would pull a stunt such as this. So here I go, speaking on behalf of all of the empowered women in our camp.

Our Dearest Lena Dunham,

Just stop. Stop right now. We realize you are an “empowered” woman—so many blind sheep—as those both young enough to be stupid and old enough to know better say—and you are totally in your right to embrace your physicality as a woman and strut it with every fiber of your being—as you do frequently much to the dismay of many….but please do it—IN PRIVATE. And, for the love of God, have some CLASS. None of us want to see you in your underwear any day of the week—much less on a day such as Memorial Day. Frankly, it shouldn’t have even been a thought in that pea-sized mind of yours.

Yeah, and (yea) we are “free”. YOU are “free”—to let it all hang out and make a mockery of a holiday dedicated to warriors you and your cronies so vehemently oppose by your actions and dialogue because you all have clearly no idea.

We realize that the simple act of you donning your lingerie and using a photo of you in it as an artistic expression of appreciating your “freedom” may not have been intended as a mockery to a holiday so many Americans honor but here’s an idea: If you can’t relate—if something is so out of your realm of understanding—say—Memorial Day–stay off your social networking platforms. It’s that simple.

Here’s a little FYI—people died so you could run your mouth and be “free.” People died so you can give your feminist nod of approval, (because you are apparently an authority these days at the ripe old age of 29), for women to have abortions and be mothers “when and HOW they want.” You used your freedom and took it upon yourself to make this statement on Mother’s Day. Did you ever once think about the women warriors who want desperately to have children who can’t and feel that pain on Mothers’ Day because they were deployed? Or did you think about the mothers who are AWAY from their children in a war zone? Oh, right…of course not.

Furthermore, our freedoms we so enjoy on behalf of the ultimate sacrifice of some allowed your parents to work and obtain the lavish New York private school lifestyle that you were accustomed to growing up, giving you many opportunities to pursue your acting (if we dare to call it that?) career. You were able to choose to go to college, (probably on a full ride bankrolled by mom and dad), while some Lance Corporal was shipped to Afghanistan because she showed up at Parris Island one day thinking The Corps would be a great way to gain life experience and a college education she couldn’t otherwise afford.

So cheers to you. Yes, you’re “free” and “empowered” to have, most of all, that cavalier attitude of yours.

YOU are the voice of a generation, sadly—spoiled, self-absorbed, self-indulgent, sociopathic, pretentious, entitled and clueless. You’re “free” and “empowered”—with a loud mouth that spouts off that rape is not okay but molesting your sister is justifiable. Yes, and hooray for your freedom–our “free” market gives you a book deal to falsify rape and to talk about your sexcapades under the guise of “art”.  Then,  people are “free” to spend their hard-working dollars to buy the drivel.

Makes you want to dance around in your undies, doesn’t it?

Our question to you is this–when did becoming an “empowered” woman mean that you had to be crass, insensitive and throw your body around to gain attention from others under the guise of “being comfortable” with your sexuality? When did being an “empowered” woman mean saying whatever you wanted, when you wanted with no regard for the feelings of others or no concept of what is going on in this world?

“I think we can all agree with the idea that the beautiful girls that get all the boys get written about.  They usually don’t write.”–Lena Dunham

Um, actually…we do.  Maybe we are just “puritanical” simpletons that do not understand “art”, you know, the “depth” of where you fine ladies (a-hem, cough, cough) are coming from and you’re probably right. We don’t understand you and your legion of “new-age feminists” because y’all are in the basement, girlfriend and quite frankly, we choose not to live there.

Suffice it to say, we are not “those” kind of girls.