The news circulating on the blogs is that Lena Dunham, the 26-year-old indie gift from the nepotism fairy (I’m not bitter), recently signed a book deal that will bring her $3.5 million. This is in addition to the money she’s already getting from writing, directing, producing and starring in HBO’s Girls. The book will consist of candid anecdotes and tidbits of wisdom from her 26 years on this earth. Have I mentioned that she’s 26?
Truthfully, I can enjoy Girls just as much as the next NYC-dwelling female twentysomething, but I certainly don’t think any of her concepts are that revolutionary. Call me crazy (or, fine, call me bitter), but I really think if her parents weren’t famous artists she wouldn’t be getting as much attention — or any attention — from the likes of Judd Apatow and co.
What do you think? Am I just another jealous blogger? Perhaps, but I’m in good company. Read why one blogger is questioning not just the legitimacy of Dunham’s success, but the concept of success within the entire scope of Hollywood. Preach it!
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