VV to Simon & Schuster – What the F*@! is Wrong with You?

I already discussed my frustration with the publishing world in this post =”http://cowardlyfeminist.com/?p=21″ title=”Respect the What?”>

But dangit, I have something else to add to the douche-baggery in publishing list. Why oh why did Simon & Schuster give Levi Johnston a contract to write his memoirs? Who cares what this guy has to say?

No matter what my feelings are about Sarah Palin, I feel bad for her daughter. That girl is linked to this moron forever. You want to convince people abstinence is the best policy? Then use this guy as an example of hardships for the rest of your life, not your baby. *Shudder*

I am completely disgusted that Levi Johnston was paid to write a book, or more accurately, to have someone write it for him. This guy’s fifteen minutes should be up, and in my opinion the only good thing to come of him is this:

Respect the What?

If you’ve poked around this blog then you know I am releasing a book soon. At one point in my naïve life I thought writing was the difficult part. Silly me, it’s the publishing that’s a bitch. Sometimes it seems the only individuals that get published are those with connections in the literary world, the incredibly lucky, and the douche bags. Why do I mention douche-y people? Because not long ago I saw a deal was made for an upcoming book called HOW TO TALK 2 HOT WOMEN. Seriously. Of course I was immediately reminded of Tom Cruise’s character in Magnolia, about the only thing I remember of the movie is ‘Respect the Cock’ – except this guy is no Tom Cruise:

 

Obviously my first question was – who is listening to THIS guy give pick up line advice? The lonely hearts club? No, too smart. Frat boys who worship Tucker Max? Well, after googling the two there is a definite correlation. So, it’s easy for me to look at this dude and laugh, but perhaps I’m missing something. If you’re a guy that’s successfully picked up a woman (NOT a prostitute) with the help of Mehow then I want to hear from you. And what I would REALLY love is to hear from a woman that will admit she was hooked by one of Mehow’s disciples, or better yet, Mehow himself. Email me at cowardlyfeminist@gmail.com.

And by the way – if you are an angry guy who somehow feels I insulted his hero DO NOT leave a comment telling me what an effen b@*&^# I am. I’m not dissing you, I’m just trying to educate myself (Well, I’m dissing you a little, but if you can prove me wrong then please do so).