Oh fucking hell, just when you think it can't get worse ... it does.
- Elaine: Oh jesus Amil. I just read her "cover story", on her blog. I couldn't help myself. What the fuck??????!!?????? So now we're just to passive-aggressively turn our bitches about our last relationship in a fucking 2000 word column?????!!!!
- I am beyond angry.
- Help
- Amil: Oh Elaine I was gonna blog on feminiazi about how after all that fuss, and 4 EDITS!!!!! that is the best she could turn out. It was like a compilation of the worst aspects of chick lit, retarded women's magazine speak and high school rolled in to one.
- There are no words for how much injustice there is in her being a published "writer" ARGH how can she even call herself that? I've had more articulate thoughts on ativan binges.
- Elaine: Fuck, you just reminded me that I should go on an ativan binge.
- Blog away lady. What kills me is all the pseudonyms. I mean honestly - they are not divulging the identity of fucking Deep Throat.
- And then after four edits, this made the cut:
- "Anyway, we met in one city, then emailed and called for three weeks until we met for a long weekend in another. Great weekend."
- Another what? I mean, I know what she is referring to, but I had to read that sentence four times before I understood it.
- What a fucking twit. No wonder everyone I know is jumping ship on journalism.
- Amil: Yeah agreed.
