I had to run to the store…and I bought Star by Pamela Anderson (more or less).
I know. My shame knows no bounds. Contributing to the delinquency of an industry which gives a woman millions for nothing more than overdosing on peroxide and silicone while my talented and dedicated peers eat Ramen noodles is so very wrong.
But this is such an intense time of year, when it’s hard to keep the responsibilities and pressures from crushing the little girl inside. And there it sat, so reminscent of the Jackie Collins-esque tinsel trash that got me so hot and bothered in high school and it just jumped its gaudy pink self right into my cart.
I’m so not worthy. *slithers under desk* I deserve to be punished—preferably by this guy.
*snort* Yeah, he looks cruel. He’d probably be all :whip:
Hmmm. Gives me an idea….:type:
But how was it? Was it interesting at all? Pammie didn’t write it, so I’m thinking it couldn’t suck too bad. Or could it?
:lmao: I won one of her books during the RJ contest. Not sure which Star one it is. And sadly, I share your pain, because, I uh…am almost kinda looking forward to getting it and reading it.
I just started it, and so far they’re doing the whole woe is me “I thought I had cancer when my breasts started to pop during puberty” thing. I’m not giving up on my hopes of tinsel trash, though. :dance:
Pffft. Buy and read what you want. It’s an entertainment industry, not a totalitarian regime.
At least, I hope it is…