Okay, okay. Okay! Alright, wait a minute. Just let me figure out how to say this. I’ve been trying to introduce some professionalism into this blog lately and starting to moving away from the cynical, wtf? posts I usually leave here.
But really, I have no choice right now. I want to back up a minute before I really get into this. I have to use amibiguous pronouns because there are just no words. None. So I’m going to use quite a few.
I hate ex-journalist, female memoir/fiction writers that aren’t Laurie Notaro (though, I won’t get into her first novel). She’s the only funny one.

Jenniferweiner.com
And she’s funny because she hates everyone. But mostly, I hate book covers of little models in weird clothing or of twinkle toes at the end of a messy bed, leftover from a one night stand.

