So, one of my many, many (many) pet peeves would include musicians or semi-talented actors who decide to become authors.
Just because you've reached psyudo-famous status does not mean that anyone gives a flying fuck about what you think about life, love or the pursuit of happiness.
For example, a half-starved, cocaine-addicted "super" model has nothing to say about her "life" that would interest a 30-something, carrying-some-extra-weight, literary snob.
But I must say, even worse than those disaters in print, are those authors that are given -- usually deservingly -- awesome praise for a work of non-fiction, only to find out later that he LIED. That just gives all of us a bad name.
Just say it's a piece of fiction and be done with it! Or join the ranks for the rest of us and tell the truth.
For the record, everything in this blog is true. I swear on it from the tips of my naturally blond hair to my size two jeans.
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