Marjorie Morningstar hits the skids. 45, living in Manhattan, Wurzel has written a widely derided piece on her Annus horribilis, 2012. Amanda Marcotte believes that Wurzel is freaking out at getting older.* You wonder: didn't she see it coming? Menopause looms just a few years down the road.
Like Wouk's Morningstar, she is a totally conventional woman with Bohemian aspirations whose main selling points have been her youth, physical attractiveness and willingness to expose herself. Now along comes Lena Dunham, a far more talented and grounded and creative person than she is, someone who can develop and mature, and Wurzel is a woman in her 40's who can't grow up who is losing her audience, except for people like me and others who enjoy tales of personal disaster (as long as they aren't happening to us).
Too bad she couldn't take the suburban option the way Marjorie Morningstar did and get out of Manhattan and have a life, but she bought into an idea of herself as extraordinary. I wonder what man told her that women who let men support them are whores. Poor thing, I guess. But no. I'll bet she doesn't have any woman friends.
Seriously, I do think she may be in danger, perhaps suicidal, not that I would or could help her or anyone like her, since I've got my own troubles!
The complaints are mounting against this kind of me-centered writing, which has now invaded every publication and has been inspired by the Internet, and, yes, blogs. It is a cheap kind of "journalism" that crowds out serious reporting. If I want to write junk on my personal blog that's one thing, but that this tripe gets published and paid for is a travesty.
*Do read Marcotte's piece. It's so snarky!