She may be the brains behind the hit TV show ‘Girls’, but there are plenty of people who question quite why the 26-year old who’s done very little with her life has managed to sign a $3.7m book deal for ‘Not That Kind of Girl’, which is an advice book.
After all, what can a privileged rich kid like Lena Dunham have to give advice about? Presumably her advice for everything is “throw money at the problem”. But Gawker has managed to get its hands on the 66-page book proposal sent to Random House, who promptly paid her $3.7m to take on the book.
Bear in mind quite how much that means. She’s getting paid $56,000 per page of her proposal. Now, I’m not sure quite how you grade book proposals, but I’m sure that there isn’t $56,000 worth of content here.
Case in point: I don’t think that Dunham is worth getting paid to write about her “beginnings of a FUPA (fat upper pussy area)”. I don’t really care about the story she’s going to elucidate that begins with “Once at poetry camp I saw my friend Joana in a bikini…..”
This is the sort of thing that you’d get on a Livejournal in 2004, not in a $3.7m worth book that’s getting the backing of a major book publisher. Plus, why would anyone want to read about such an unlikeable person? Here’s some classic clips from Dunham’s proposal:
Cassie was a very fat girl we knew who we had nicknamed fat Cassie because she also wasn’t that nice.
Every ice pop I ate, every movie I watched, every poem I wrote was tinged with a fearful loss.
When I got to college I suddenly had the sense that my upbringing hadn’t been very “real.”
Once I had a vegan dinner party which was chronicled for the style section of the New York Times.
Instead of ‘Not That Kind of Girl’, it should maybe be titled ‘Douchebag Central’. It’s just – it’s the worst thing.
I don’t want to buy this book. I don’t want you to buy this book. Please don’t buy this book. It’ll only make Dunham ever richer and even more privileged. She’s already got $3.7m for this trash – don’t make it more.