Your writing has increasingly become preoccupied with clothes, prints, furniture, accessories – it seems to me to be increasingly pretentious
go fuck yourself mormon bitch.
somehow — like every old authentic thing in the world –
you have been corrupted.
i too suffered tremendously after the birth of my first child — the pills, the therapy, all of it.
a friend said your blog reminded her of me — the sarcasm, brutal honesty, it was a great help to me for a few years.
but now you are just like reading “Star Tracks” in People Magazine.
you are just as enthralled with yourself as Angelina – saving the world, word-by-word, appearance by appearance.
it is sad, really.
it has all turned so sex-in-the-city self-indulgent – the style, the dogs, the 52-months of motherhood, the Today show, the book –
and really – there is so much more to be learned in the world — other than the musings of an elitist, privileged, self-repressed, eternally depressed Mom from utah –
you used to be real — a gritty, grainy girl with the world listening –
oh well — I’m tuning out — it took me awhile to decide this — but the last few months have been too much.
get on with it — go help starving people in Sudan — or those wretched neighbors who marry off their teens to adult ‘prophets’ -
for godsakes do something to save your authentic self — which used to be what we longed to hear –
losing your audience –