It is a catchy title, although not mine. Remind you much of your favourite 80s writer McInerney’s hit novel? Well, that is about as much of a reminder that you are going to get when reading Jen Lancaster’s chick lit novel Bright Lights, Big Ass.
Yes, I said chick lit. I have to come out of the closet on this one. Sort of like when I came clean about my rom-com fascination…
I read chick lit. Really bad and trashy chick lit. Stuff with titles like the aforementioned or anything that pretty much contains something about marriage or shopping. Books that a 10 year old retarded kid can read. What can I say. I like it.
Don’t get me wrong. I read intelligent things as well. I really like non-fiction. But sometimes my poor little brain just can’t take big words and thinking. Chick lit books are my way of escaping and not thinking. Thanks to the Kindle I can now read this garbage to my hearts delight on the tube and no one is the wiser as they can’t see the cover! Yipee!
So back to Bright Lights, Big Ass. I have finally found my chick lit queen of authors in Jen Lancaster. She rocks my bad literature reading world with her sassy, bitchy attitude. I can totally relate. The only part that I find annoying are the references to Ann Coulter and her Republican stance on the world. Yuck. Anyhoo - she takes Bridget Jones and makes her look like a whiney little wimpy bitch. Love it. Read it, if you too like escapism in its purest form.
Oh and the full title is: Bright Lights, Big Ass: A A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl’s Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me?
I know that I left that last post on there a little too long. Sort of like an uncomfortable silence at Christmas dinner when Scott yells “Jesus Christ!” in front of his highly religious 8 year old sister.
So I’ll try to start 2009 out with a fresh start. Some hope, shall we say?
Let’s begin with places that I’d like to travel in 2009.
I know that we are in the midst of a “credit crunch” - but honestly, if I have to hear those words anymore I might stab myself in the eye with a fork. So let’s pretend that I can fly first class and sip some champers instead.
Where do I plan on vacationing in 2009?
First off, Thailand. Not my favourite of holiday destinations due to the overabundance of dirty old men and paid for lady boys, but I have a scuba holiday trip booked there in February to celebrate my 33rd.
Other places I plan to hit up.
Barcelona for my pre-birthday celebration in January. Haven’t been there since the little “incident” of June 2008 that involved a bit too much drama for Nerdgirl blogging. It will also be really nice to see our friends at Cinc Sentits who have just earned their first Michelin star! Yumtastic.
South Africa - I am dying to get my hands on some vino, aiiight?
Peru - I want to eat a guinea pig. Ok. I lie. But somewhere is South America would be fantastic for a change.
What other hopes do I have for 2009?
A good summer in London
The new Amazon Kindle to be released with wifi and a mini-USB for charging
Better health
The Hammersmith and City line to miraculously be fixed
Housing prices in London to continue falling so I can finally buy a decent flat
Rent a cat
Sir Richard Branson to issue me a Virgin Atlantic Flying Club Gold card and unlimited upgrades
That is all for now. I wish you all a Happy 2009!!!
Since I am coming clean of my love of really bad, train wreck television I guess I should talk about my addiction to Intervention on A&E. It is awful. But I really like it. If you watch enough of it, you can pretty much see a pattern of how you can prevent fucking up your children.
You need to follow these simple rules to insure that you will not find your children featured on Intervention for crack smoking, computer air huffing, self-mutalation, alcoholism, an eating disorder or a combination of all the above.
1) Don’t let the 80 year old man neighbour babysit them - thereby molesting them
2) Don’t get a divorce
3) Don’t let your husband beat them or you
4) Don’t ignore them or not tell them you love them
It’s pretty simple, really. Mostly the women are screwed up by rape / molestation combined with being abandoned by Daddy and the guys are screwed up by being beaten by Daddy. The only off pattern things are usually reserved for meth-heads or heroin addicts who are simply stupid people with no excuse.
My favourite thusfar was computer cleaner huffing Allison. I found her particularly frightening with all the daddy issues that one could possibly stomach.
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January 5, 2009
