The Washingtonienne

If you want to read ANYTHING about her read the archive of her blog here. Or hell, go to her *new* website here.

I KNEW it would be bad. Throw Across The Room Bad.

And I read many, many MANY throw across the room bad parts to Erin in the car coming home from our weekend in Cleveland. And let me tell you, I am usually OVERJOYED to find 27 references. I gagged when I found one in her book. AND one in her new blog. Ick. Of all the people in the know.

And yet. I finished the crap. CRAP. Her blog might be entertaining. Her sex life in D.C. might be salacious and delicious. But the woman is a whore. A whore who is after money and a husband and a fancy wardrobe. Period. I HATE women like her. I like to believe that they are only fictional. Unfortunately, this poorly, poorly written trashy smut was hardly fictional. Grrr.

“He was obviously robbing me of all the fun I deserved to have as a young, gorgeous female in Manhattan, so I began acting out. I stopped cleaning and the apartment turned to squalor. I quit cooking and insisted on eating out every night. I made him watch Gone With the Wind with me instead of the SuperBowl. I guess I knew that I could get away with all of this because Mike loved me so much…”

“Politics was for dull people with nothing fabulous going on in their lives who woke up early on Sunday mornings to watch *Meet the Press.”

“I am not a waitress, ” I said indignantly. “My tits aren’t big enough anyway.” I checked myself out in the full-length mirror, as I pulled a sweater on over my chest. No, they definitely were not big enough, even though I was taking extra birth control pills to give that part of my body more volume.”

“If you had to get married, you should marry well, or else why bother? I thought Phillip was my most pragmatic choice for marriage at the time. He had the big house, the big dick, and millions of dollars. Why wasn’t I all over it?”licity purposes.

I guess I never really followed this story close enough. Jessica’s blog was only up 2 weeks? Wonkette involved? Ick.

I feel dirty. And not because I read passages in the book about men wanting to stick M&M’s up her friends ass and then eat them. Ok, maybe that has a lot to do with it too.

Ick. I need to wash now.

I give it negative 5 stars. And a serious consideration to boycott of any reading material that her publisher publishes.