I just finished reading Lena Dunham's $3,700,000 book proposal.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but when publishers start throwing around Hillary Clinton money for a book proposal by a “rare literary talent,” I certainly expect more than this.

It’s not funny. It’s not insightful. It’s not the least bit entertaining. It’s just a tepid exercise in neurotic navel gazing by a privileged white girl from New York who just happens to have her own show on HBO.

That’s fine, I suppose. The folks at Random House can squander their millions however they see fit, and kudos to Lena for cashing in on her Woody Allen meets Candace Bushnell schtick.

Still, in a book that purports to be about advice, you’d think the voice of a generation might have something to say about the world that exists beyond the end of her nose.

Then again, maybe not, and maybe that’s the larger point about a generation.

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    I have hope for the book (what I read was actually really boring)… I think I was expecting it to be like her show, which...
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    Ugh, I thought we established that Lena Dunham is not THE voice of a generation. She’s just A voice for crying out loud.
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    It saddens me greatly that she is considered the voice of my generation. Then again, my generation saddens me greatly.
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