I read somewhere recently that the Ho-han is working up a memoir - perhaps because she can no longer seem to get work elsewhere. This irks, but Lindsay has actually done something to get to the top from which she fell to rock bottom. If her entire film legacy is just The Parent Trap and Mean Girls, I feel as though the world is a net winner for her having graced Hollywood's screens.
But while I find it a little sad, slightly irritating, Lindsay's is not the memoir I take issue with. No, my problem is when people like Nicole Richie, or Paris Hilton, or someone who appeared on a reality show for one season ages ago, and whose only talent was eating more bugs than the next guy, write memoirs.
I'll admit it - the driving factor is jealousy. These people haven't done anything, haven't worked for anything, and yet they're just handed a book deal, to be written "with the help of" someone who can actually write? I'd shave my head and walk naked through the streets beating a bongo for a book deal, but unfortunately I haven't managed to achieve the world-altering pinnacle of being "the bitchy one" on The Real World.
Sigh. Dignity is a real bitch sometimes.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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