Jennifer Weiner has sold millions of books, has legions of adoring readers, and she still threw a tantrum because Oprah didn't pick her new book for her book club this month. Oprah chose the memoir Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton, a popular writer and blogger. Jennifer Weiner went on an epic, messy, Facebook rant where she complained that she should have been Oprah's pick.
She accused Oprah of picking other author because she is pretty, thin, and popular. She then said no one wants to pick her book because she is "fat" and Jewish. Jennifer Weiner backtracked, saying that she was feeling petty because she had recently lost a film deal and that the O magazine hadn't reviewed her book. (Boo hoo hoo.)
Jennifer Weiner is one of the most privileged writers in the world, regularly sells millions of books, has millions of adoring fans and readers, attends red-carpet events, goes on TV shows, has massive readings, and had a fawning profile in The New Yorker, even though she complains that the literary establishment doesn't take her seriously.
"Then I find out that Oprah’s chosen a memoir about marriage and motherhood as her new book pick. “It’s funny!” (OhmyGod). “It’s frank!” (OHMYGOD). “It’s brave, and it goes to the dark places every woman’s been!” (OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD). Maybe the magazine didn’t cover my book because Oprah’s going to pick it! Maybe God shut that window because She’s going to open the BEST DOOR EVER.
And then — ha! — it’s someone else’s book.
Yes, I have my own career, and my own path, and my own purpose. I know who I am and I know who I am here for. I know that the universe provides an abundance of favor and love, and there’s enough for all of us, and we shouldn’t tear each other down when we don’t get what we want, and there are better things ahead.
And I’m proud of where I am, and proud that I got here not because some big-deal critic told the world to read my books, or some talk-show host anointed me, but because my books connected with readers."
"But I am not going to lie and tell you that I haven’t been really sad about this....or that there isn’t a voice in my head (a small, sad voice) that sees a slim, blond, traditionally attractive woman getting something great and thinks, Oh, well, of course. Of course that’s why. Nobody wants someone who looks like you in their magazine or on their TV show. It’s crazy and untrue and I’d never let a friend talk to herself that way...but there it is."
"I feel like there’s nowhere I belong in Bookland. I’m not literary enough to be a literary writer, I’m not uplifting enough to be an Oprah writer. I’m not anywhere, and I’m all alone, and nobody’s going to come sit with me.
So there you have it! The truth about how I’m feeling right now.
I’m sorry for being petty and unkind. And tomorrow will be a better day."
ONTD, have you ever had someone throw a hissy fit because of their sense of entitlement?