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[constance]

Okay, I just wrote three paragraphs about how much I loathe Jane Pratt, editor of Jane and erstwhile editor of Sassy, and how happy I am that she is retiring (and I say this as someone who does not actually care about Jane one way or the other but just wants no news of Jane Pratt ever again); and this segued into another three-paragraph diatribe against Elizabeth Wurtzel and Ayelet Waldman, who I hate for exactly the same reasons as I hate Ms. Pratt, and all their whiny self-indulgent obtuseness-disguised-as-insight, and how as a group they give women writers a bad name, and that as much as I want to respect their achievements, I just can't because--oops, okay, that's enough of that, damn it.

I'm trying to say that I realized how crazy I sounded--and just look how well I succeeded in conveying that revelation--and so I erased all six paragraphs, and will be taking down the Shrine of Spleen when I get home, and will instead just say that there's no word yet on whether we'll have to be tested for tuberculosis. After a weekend during which we increasingly relaxed as we didn't get any worrying news, we are all back to biting our nails again.

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Also I should mention that despite everything I may have said to the contrary, and I may have said lots to the contrary, I may be getting another dog.

I may not, though.

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Also also, a thing which just entirely delighted me.

Comments

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

Any time you change your mind and want to trash Ayelet Waldman, I'm there for you. Are there still actually people left who give a shit about anything Elizabeth Wurtzel says or does? She's failed to kill herself a thousand and seven times, she's shown her tits to the entire free world, she's made 9/11 all about herself--all that's left is reality television.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, it does actually true that Elizabeth Wurtzel is finally, finally irrelevant; we couldn't give copies of her book about Ritalin addiction away (almost literally--we marked them down to a dollar and even then had to throw most of them away). Still, I will hate her forever. I will never forgive her for Bitch, a book that could have been excellent in hands that weren't, you know, hers.

Ayelet Waldman. Maybe her star has dimmed as well? I haven't seen her on Salon--or elsewhere in the world--for ages.

Maybe she electrocuted herself trying to change a lightbulb. One can only hope.