We recently heard from author and actress Lena Dunham when Buzzfeed offered her extensive space to issue aÂ âsteaming load of faux victim bullcrap.âÂ Thursday afternoon, it was Gawker that published a lengthy piece on herÂ book, clearly unhappy with the existing coverage by âDunhamâs antagonists,â particularly the âright-wing press.â
Writer J.K. Trotter clearly was unimpressed with the efforts of Breitbartâs John Nolte, who visited Oberlin College in a search for Dunhamâs alleged rapist, âBarry.â Nolte âcould not find a Republican named Barry who attended Oberlin during Dunhamâs time there who came anywhere close to matching her description of him. In fact, we could not find anyone who remembered any Oberlin Republican who matched Dunhamâs colorful description.Â Under scrutiny, Dunhamâs rape story didnât just fall apart; it evaporated into pixie dust and blew away.â
The narrative must stand, though, and Gawker looked to a 64-page book proposal for âNot That Kind of Girlâ to âoutâ Dunhamâs rapist.
His name is Philip Samuel Ungar, a 2006 graduate of Oberlin. Now 30, heâs the son of formerÂ All Things Considered host and retired Goucher College president Sanford J. Ungar. Dunham has never explicitly named him, but his biography closely aligns with her characterization of her alleged rapist â âHis father was actually the former host of NPRâs All Things ConsideredâÂ âÂ in an early draft of the chapter where she describes being assaulted.
The final manuscript of Not that Kind of Girl contains a significantly altered version of Dunhamâs original account. It was this modified narrative, which used a new pseudonym for the alleged rapist (âBarryâ), that jump-started a months-long effort to discredit Dunhamâs claims.
Not surprisingly, âUngar did not acknowledge multiple and detailed requests for comment via email; his current whereabouts are unknown.â Through public records, Gawker uncovered that Ungar registered as a Democrat in 2012.
The proposal also recounts Dunhamâs ârapeâ in more detail, which she calls âan ill-fated evening of love-making with our campusâ resident conservative,â during which âAll Things Considered had purposely flung the prophylactic into our tiny palm tree, thinking I was too dumb or too drunk or too eager to please to call him on it.â