![]() ![]() There is, no shit, a bit where she's walking around in broad daylight with the she's banging (whom she only calls "D" - which, knowing Julie, is probably a "clever" double entendre - her husband, Eric, gets named in full, of course), and one of her fans notices her, tells her she loves her work and then says, "Is this Eric?!"Īnd D smoothly says "Yes, I'm Eric" - probably to save face. ![]() She goes into gynaecological detail about the sex. Didn't want to leave him, or anything - still expected him to be her husband (but not in any sort of romantic sense or anything like that - no, just money and shelter, kthanxbye). She told her husband she was screwing a guy she knew from college. But it's serious.Īfter she got mildly famous and a movie starring GODDAMN MERYL STREEP, her ego went Warp Factor 15. It's like the biggest parody of 2000s "you go, girl! Find Yourself™!" blogshit ever. I remember the controversy around the time. You heard about the sequel (to the book - it ain't getting a movie!)? Look, I know the word "sociopath" gets thrown around a lot, but jeez. ![]() I love how the husband would come home from work - y'know, to pay for her fucking full-time hobby - and she was the victim because, being an incompetent cook (fun fact: apparently she'd never eaten an egg before starting the blog, let alone cooked one), the pots, pans, and bowls strewn around the apartment didn't result in a perfect dish. Ah, OK, so not quite the full domestic goddess. ![]()
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