You know who doesn’t have a book deal? Me.
OK, so maybe I’ve never written a book. But come on. If you had to guess “Who’d write a better book? Some lady who’s not famous or anything but writes a witty blog, opera librettos, and poetry that gets turned into song lyrics? Or Snooki?” you’d pick me, right?
But of course, publishing is a business, a cynical, cold, soul-destroying business, and Snooki’s name and image on a book will undoubtedly sell more than mine would. So it’s not surprising that a whole raft of celebutantes and reality TV stars have books out. Not fair, not just to the frustrated authors of this world, but not surprising.
But it occurred to me, as I sat here fuming and looking at Amazon – what if one of those books were actually good?
What if Snooki or Lauren Conrad or Nicole Ritchie had some actual literary talent and wrote a pretty good book, but no one took them seriously because they’re famous for doing backflips in clubs?
I think that would suck more than just being your average unrecognized genius. Because you’ve already succeeded – you got the book deal and wrote the book. Only no one takes you seriously and everyone makes fun of you.
See, this is why money doesn’t necessarily make you free. Snooki has, at the age of 23 or whatever she is, made more money than I ever will in my life. But if she wants to keep making it she’s stuck acting like the cartoon she plays on MTV. She has to be a product and a brand, not a person. Sure, she’s not a baby and I’m sure she knew what she was getting into, but I still think it’s kind of sad.