Late Friday the interwebs was gifted with the 66 page book proposal of Lena Dunham's memoir-ish book, Not that Kind of Girl. I think Lena Dunham is AMAZEBALLS and I am more than happy for her that she sold the proposal to Random House for $3.7million—because women writers need to be respected, AND PAID, even though a recent Jezebel piece informed us that women writers are shirked by publishers because it's presumed (based upon, ok, some "evidence") that (MALE) readers don't read books by women writers. (Or you can just read any piece by Sarah Schulman, who always laments the plight of women and lesbian women writers in the literary marketplace.)
Misogyny, a time honored, systemic tradition!
So fuck all'y'all who may have criticized her $3.7mil. Need I mention the great ensemble of male "writers" who are paid more, it seems, to plagarize others' writing, not to mention their own? CoughLehrerCough.
Sometimes I think I would have a better chance of publishing if I used a pseudonym—at least I'm pretty sure my rejections would address me properly, as "Dr." instead of the "Ms." I usually get...even though I make it pretty-damn-clear that I am "Dr. Bianco." (And I will bleed that elitest title dry until the day I die, thank you very much.)
Back to Lena: here's her 66 page proposal—study it to figure out how you too can score a publishing contract: