“Modern Plague”, Lena Dunham says she’s tired. Tired of taking her clothes off for people who don’t want to look at her? Nope. Tired of subjecting us to her random, useless musings? Hah. Tired of stumping for Hillary Clinton? Yeah, right. She’s tired of saying she’s sorry and she plans to quit apologizin’.

Dunham penned an essay yesterday on LinkedIn sharing her opinion for those who care (and for those of us who couldn’t care less).

“Apologizing is a modern plague and I’d be willing to bet (though I have zero scientific research to back this up) that many women utter “I’m sorry” more on a given day than “Thank You” and “You’re Welcome” combined. So many of the women I know apologize like it’s a job they were given by the government (we’ll save the whys of that for a massive sociology text). We rush to say it when we’re interrupted. We scream it across a crowded restaurant when someone else arrives late so we’ve lost our table. We mutter it when a man walks too close to us on the street. As I write this, a Mister Softee truck is singing its grating tune right below my window and I want to run and apologize to the driver for how insane he’s making me.”

If you simply can’t get enough, you can read the whole essay here. Dunham concludes with this:

“I replaced apologies with more fully formed and honest sentiments, a world of communication possibilities opened up to me. I’m just sorry it took me so long.”

Within Dunham’s musings, she credits Beyoncé’s new album, Lemonade (along with her buddy, Hillary) for bringing an “empowering message” to women of today on apologizing. They lyrics of this “anthem” of sorts? Glad you asked:

Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah-

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
Middle fingers up, I ain’t thinking ’bout you

-Beyoncé Sorry

Dunham and Beyoncé may have quit apologizing but I feel I must do the honorable thing here and apologize to young women for them. I am sorry that some women of this world look to these women for inspiration. I am sorry that these “role models” for modern feminism feel the need for crass and classless vulgarity to prove a point. I’m sorry Lena feels the need to expose her body under the guise of empowerment. I’m sorry Lena Dunham is so delusional that she actually links killing a child to Mothers’ Day or justifies molesting her younger sister. I am sorry her bogus rape accusation has made it increasingly harder for women who are victims of legitimate sexual assault. I’m sorry that women are taking inspiration from a little rich kid from Brooklyn who went to private school and had no clue then and still has no iota and sadly, I am sorry that some people actually find her funny. As for Beyoncé, I am sorry that she, an otherwise talented performer, promoted an agenda she knows nothing about (she was born in ’81) at the Super Bowl. I apologize for her because she feels the overwhelming need to throw in f-bombs within her lyrics for star-struck eight-year-old girls to sing along to. I am also sorry for what message “Bey” is giving to young black women with regard to relationships in her music (because throwing up the middle finger and calling him a n–gga won’t set him off AT ALL). (But by all means, lets promote #BlackLivesMatter!) I’m sorry that Beyoncé is so dense to not see her hypocrisy.

Here are some fully-formed and honest sentiments that do not involve apologies. I will not apologize for going against the political current. I will not apologize for saying that, despite being a woman, Hillary Clinton will not get my vote. I will provide no apologies for not going along blindly with the masses in this embrace of this new brand of feminism. I will not apologize for thinking that linking abortion to Mothers’ Day is not only callous but asinine nor will I apologize for thinking that a person has to be one sick, demented individual for sexually violating her own flesh and blood and writing about it! To quote “Queen Bey” and her “masterpiece”-Sorry, I ain’t sorry. I don’t think I need to throw my middle finger up, but I think I made my point.