Sarah to bare her soul and almost other body parts.
The other thing about non-interesting media whores who get to the top of the heap are those who write “memoirs” or “tell-alls”. There is a vast difference between an obscure writer, compelled to tell their life story, which strikes a chord and becomes a best-seller (Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love) versus Sarah Palin’s seven-million dollar book deal that will have as much depth as my shoe.
Do you really want to know about Streisand's sex life. Oy.
Or how about the upcoming Studio Head by Jon Peters (Barbra Streisand’s ex hairdresser turned producer) who plans to reveal dirty details about all his trysts and even several of Streisand’s trysts as well. Like I need to read about geriatric poontang? Feh.
That streaker was my hero...thin, nude and at the Oscars.
Anyhoo, there’s something extremely fulfilling about bearing your soul. I MEAN…WHAT?!? sort of does that for me as it frees up my inner kvetch, and I get to share with you, my unknown audience, how annoying certain things and people are. It’s like streaking. You have to have tremendous conviction to start, a willingness to throw aside your inhibitions and run like the wind, nude. I have the utmost repect for streakers. As a former fatty, I am way too self-conscious and even dread bathing suit weather. I would love nothing more that to zip through a Chanel fashion show in Paris with nothing on but a pair of quilted sneakers.
Ashley Dupre, girl gone really wild. When is her book coming out?
You want press? Try that Sarah Palin. There’s also a weird corrolation between streaking, writing a tell-all and bearing your breasts for the camera like those nutbags that expose themselves in Girls Gone Wild videos. Exactly when did that phenomenon take off? My guess is that these girls are reacting to having been raised by claustrophobic Boomer parents. They need to free up their breasts and in turn, their souls.
Sarah Palin is so lucky!