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" It is understood at this point that that Lena Dunham&amp;#039;s generation-defining (or at least reflecting) show Girls does a damn good job of capturing the culture at large and feeding it back to us on the small screen. It&amp;#039;s zeitgeisty and angsty and [insert buzz word here]-y. And we&amp;#039;re completely okay with that. Hell, we even devote a fair amount of time and energy decoding its mysteries in an attempt to glean some lesson from it about this crazy little thing we call life. Girls, as they say, is everything. But The New York Times has taken it too far. Yes, there are the requisite critical analyses and think pieces \u2014 totally understandable and warranted. And, of course, there&amp;#039;s the fashion angle, which is perfectly acceptable as well. But this week, writer Marisa Meltzer coughed up just over 600 words to reflect on the ancillary character Charlie and the sartorial side of his transformation from needy flaneur to mighty tech impresario. Meltzer chronicles this journey through the prism of fashion, from the &amp;quot;plaid shirts soft in both color and fabric&amp;quot; meant to convey his impotence to his new office uniform \u2014 &amp;quot;a blue dress shirt with contrasting pocket and sleeves with a tan belt, skinny jeans, and brown leather shoes&amp;quot; \u2014 as signifier of his newfound power and virility. His inamorata Marnie (well, their relationship status is complicated, in Facebook parlance) goes from repulsed to captivated as a result. Meltzer&amp;#039;s point? The clothes make the man. No kidding. You don&amp;#039;t say? Don&amp;#039;t get me wrong, I&amp;#039;m a total news junkie and follow whatever the Times is doing with a watchful eye. (Jill Abramson, call me! Just kidding, I love my job. But really, Jill, if you&amp;#039;re reading this, call me.) But this is exhausting and devoid of significance. It&amp;#039;s space-filler. I&amp;#039;m annoyed that I&amp;#039;m even writing about Meltzer writing it. Here are things that I would want to spend my time on instead: Joan Didion weighing in on the meaning of Hannah&amp;#039;s ass-splinter; Anna Wintour allowing Lena Dunham guest edit an issue of Vogue as Hannah; Truman Capote, back from the dead, re-envisioning Breakfast at Tiffany&amp;#039;s as a meta-version of Girls and turning it into a web series (because, lets face it, TV is over). But I do not want to waste my time reading about Charlie&amp;#039;s wardrobe. (Not that I didn&amp;#039;t. I definitely did.) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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