Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham

//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ac&ref=qf_sp_asin_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=dantra0c-20&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=081299499X&asins=081299499X&linkId=EETWUABGDZIFCTPE&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=trueI hesitated to watch Girls for a long, long time, primarily due to an innate distrust towards Lena Dunham. As soon as I saw that she was billed as the writer, creator, director, producer, star, key grip, caterer, and every other credit-worthy action known to man, I just didn’t like her. I gave in and watched Girls, and I loved it. Perhaps I had unfairly misjudged this poor woman. This remorse led to my regretful reading of Not That Kind of Girl, in which all of my assumptions towards Ms. Dunham were proven several times over. Continue reading “Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham”

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President Me: The America That’s in My Head by Adam Carolla

In President Me: The America That’s in My Head, Adam Carolla offers a plethora of solutions to the problems that plague our country, while shamelessly plugging his new alcoholic beverage, Mangria. By the end of the book, not only was I left with a desire to buy all of Carolla’s other books, but also a strong need to purchase a jug of Mangria. Continue reading “President Me: The America That’s in My Head by Adam Carolla”