Amy has inquired about the embarrassing book that I mentioned in the last post. But before I get to that, I am going to write about Amy.
I have been blogging for nearly seven years. In the beautiful, early, nascent days of Diaryland 2001, I managed to earn a fabulous circle of loyal readers/writers who became my invisible Diaryland friends: Amy, Christi, Alastair, some others whose real names I never learned, and of course, the inimitable and much-missed Chad. Most of them have been reading every word I issue here on these internets for years and years, even managing to make the jump when I changed URLs back in 2004. So I just want to say thank you to them and let them know I'm still thinking about them and appreciate their continued interest in my bullshit.
The book is
(oh god, this is EMBARRASSING)
Skinny Bitch
You know, you've read articles about it. Publishing phenom. Diet book written in bitchy tone that is half PETA propaganda, half weight loss advice, wrapped in a pretty "just eat healthy and love yourself" bow. I skimmed through the slaughterhouse bullshit--I don't care, I eat meat, I'm well aware of how gross it is, and I have no intention of stopping. However, I have been packing an extra, worrisome ten pounds for a couple of years now and I endeavor to lose it, and if I can do that by cutting out the animal food and upping my exercise, that seems to be a reasonable, healthy way to do it. I am hitting the big 3-2 in a month or so and my metabolism is only going to get shittier, so I feel I must act now.
God, I am so ashamed. My indie rock snobbery extends to the publishing world. Yikes.
I am heading back to the ATX right now, and am in the mercifully not-awful section of the SD airport. Hallelujah.
Posted by Zerd at January 22, 2008 05:14 PM