the one i love to hate...

say it ain't so: leah mclaren is a published author... that's right, the globe and mail columnist who personifies the term self-absorbed got a book deal... oh well, at least it's fiction -- which, might i add, is a huge surprise... (can you tell i'm not a fan?!!? am i that transparent?!?!)

mclaren pissed me off a few years ago when she focused her weekly globe column towards the finale of sex and the city... she ripped carrie bradshaw to shreds and basically played herself -- THE miss leah mclaren -- up to be the ultimate female persona... barf... not to mention her wretched FLARE column -- which thanks to an unidentified source, no longer exists... hehe... (no, not me... like i have any power whatsoever?!?!)

i almost want to give the woman props though for creating an entire career out of blabbing on and on about herself and thinking we all care... i remember once reading an entire FLARE column dedicated to her trials and tribulations about buying a new car -- a beetle to be precise -- and i definately gagged... it ruined VWs for me for awhile...

don't worry, i realize that blogging about my deep and not-so-deep thoughts is begging for similar attention, but at least i don't think my readers are actually interested...

but by all means, take some time out of your day tomorrow to ask her a question... barf...