RATE this full-on unhinged shrew meltdown (twist: it's a text)
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Date: September 24th, 2013 11:56 AM Author: yapping clear therapy
i don't get what's so bad about the text sent by the guy.
he didn't imply that he was going to ruin her entire birthday. he simply said sorry for being "a downer" before it. so she's MAF simply because he used the word "girl" (which most females prefer because it makes them sound young) instead of "woman" and that caused her to try to get him fired from his job by sending screenshots of his "sexts" to his employer? what?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104281) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 11:57 AM Author: appetizing mint mexican school cafeteria
lol 2 books published
*self publishes erotica/bs stories*
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104289) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:05 PM Author: Angry Poppy Cruise Ship Son Of Senegal
When Quin Woodward Pu—a straight-A Asian-American extrovert from Georgia with a penchant for vodka, designer shoes, and older men—receives her acceptance letter from Johns Hopkins Medical School, she is forced to make a decision between giving up her hard-partying, man-eating ways and continuing her fabulous VIP lifestyle and pursuing a more glitzy and glamorous career. Type A+ is the memoir of her transition from MCAT-teaching pre-med free clinic volunteer to directionless, yet fabulous and resourceful, freelance writer. Like many Asian-Americans, she butts heads with her first-generation Chinese father when she strays from his life plan for her to attend a top medical program. She is encouraged by her histrionic but loyal friends—from an undiagnosed alcoholic roommate, to a bohemian BFFL, to a middle-aged playboy dermatologist boyfriend —to follow her champagne-soaked dreams of becoming a journalist.
http://www.amazon.com/Type-A-Quin-Woodward-Pu/dp/1463742223
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104332) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:21 PM Author: Vibrant Free-loading Area
LOL, holy shit, is this what passes for "writing" these days?
Type A+, Quin’s first book, is available online through Amazon or straight to your Kindle or e-reader.
An excerpt of Type A+:
I.
“You’ll feel just a little pressure, but after that, we’ll get you all fixed up and you can start having sex again!” squeals Elle, a bright-eyed first year who is about to perform her first pelvic exam. I’m at the free clinic, to which I am shackled to enhance my resume, despite having sent in completed medical school applications five months prior. My gracious mentor, who is thrilled about this pelvic exam because it is the most intrusive procedure a first-year may undertake, discreetly studies my face. I can feel her confusion: why am I not thrilled to be getting a hands-on experience with a bacterially infected female sex organ, from which we will obtain a sample to be smeared across a slide and subjected to a WetPrep? Don’t get me wrong, I love diagnosing STDs on morbidly obese, self-described “trysexuals” at the free clinic, but playing fast and loose with this woman’s cervix on a freezing Tuesday night in January just doesn’t sound appealing right now.
I stifle a yawn. The absolutely rancid smell of the undiagnosed ailment that permeates the room makes this a difficult task, as I must balance strict mouth breathing to avoid the odor with politeness as I try not to look bored with this irresponsible woman’s infection. Quite a tapdance.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104407) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 7:33 PM Author: irate tripping bawdyhouse
When Quin Woodward Pu—an overweight, insecure barfly from Georgia with a penchant for Twinkies, daytime TV and visually challenged and desperate men—receives her acceptance to Weightwatchers Institute, she is forced to make a decision between giving up her 8-designer-cupcake-a-day, sloth-like ways and pursuing a more sanctimonious and less caloric intensive path. Type A Diabetes is the memoir of her transition from feeling-eater to outspoken advocate of puerile, self-obsessed blogging. Like many Asian-Americans, she butts heads with her first-generation Chinese father when she strays from his life plan for her to be a subservient, quiet and productive member of society. She is encouraged by her equally clueless friends—from a nearly aborted housewife, to a behemoth BFFL, to a middle-aged psychiatric patient boyfriend—to follow her chocolate-coated dreams of becoming a victim of a drug band message board.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24106840) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 12:02 PM Author: appetizing mint mexican school cafeteria
"party for my closest 125 friends"
GTFO fat shrew
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104313) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 12:02 PM Author: beady-eyed black stage
she's fucking nuts. That's what guys in their 20s have to fuck nowadays?
good luck, faggots. You really might as well go gay. jfc.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104315) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:43 PM Author: cobalt stage international law enforcement agency
"narcissistic sociopath" describes her perfectly.
"I kinda have chemistry with pretty much everyone..."
lol ok
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104527) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 12:13 PM Author: coiffed apoplectic philosopher-king antidepressant drug
This is why texting sucks. No way she would have stewed as long and reacted as stupidly about this through a phone call. A text makes you want to "one up" the other person in writing in a way a phone call doesn't.
Oh, and of course, if her goal was to confirm for him that he was making the right decision, well, she accomplished that.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104354) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 12:19 PM Author: Citrine partner school
Spends most of the article playing up her own ego to show what a "catch" she is and how this guy was so lucky she even gave him the time of day (notice how she kept subtly cutting him down by shortening dates and offering her email instead of her number). ADMITS that she was also hanging out with an ex. Then is upset that a single dad decided he wasn't ready for this relationship. Maybe he's still getting over an ex. Maybe he decided he needs someone serious and not so young because he would be choosing a step-mother for his child.
As she said they spent all of 20 hours together. He was nothing but respectful to her in his text. Maybe he should have called, but they only went on a few dates and she didn't seem bothered by that anyway. The fact that women are defending her actions is shameful.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104399) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:23 PM Author: disgusting chartreuse property
i think earl nailed it above. her narrative is dishonest.
what actually happened is that he got her to go on an out of town trip and wined and dined her as their first date, pounded her vag, and then dumped her via text.
she had already told all of her friends about her romantic trip and she was humiliated once she figured out that the dude efficiently fucked her without taking her out on multiple dates and pretending to be interested in her life.
so she wanted revenge.
side angle: the guy probably specifically took her out of town because he didn't want to be seen anywhere with her, a fact that is just now dawning on her and made her even more ir8. This is either (a) because she's a horsefaced bitch and he just wanted to cross hapa off of his spreadsheet, or (b) he has a wife and/or gf in town.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104415)
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:27 PM Author: Navy black woman
An Amazon review that she clearly wrote herself:
From the first page, you will probably find yourself flying through this book roaring with laughter as fast as Quin drops $1,000 on a spontaneous shopping trip, speeds down an empty highway or downs a shot or two or three. Filled with amusing one-liners, barhopping galore and random encounters with a cast of characters across the country, Quin's book is very entertaining. Her honed, journalistic-like observation skills and wisecracks take center stage during her many trips with friends, excursions to the ER and bevy of run-ins with male suitors. Amidst the craziness, the adventure is rounded out with a touch sentimentality and Quin's determination to use her talents to the fullest extent.
A review from an actual reader:
wish I could write more about this book, mainly in an attempt to help others avoid it all cost. But I learned long ago to save my breath when reviewing terrible "literature."
Please, do not read, purchase or allow any other close friends or family come into contact with this book. You will not live out the day.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104441) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 12:53 PM Author: Cream galvanic nursing home
i sent a girl that clearly did not dig me and i clearly did not dig her, so it was a totally reciprocal "this isn't a thing" situation, a text after our 2nd date in very similar language and she got mad as fuck.
any time a girl is rejected she goes into MELTDOWN mode.
also, look at these sexy young females. http://lbbfinal.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dsc_2676.jpg?w=788
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104576) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 1:00 PM Author: Navy black woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJGnu3OdPLQ
This stupid bitch groups herself in to her fake disease "hypo-mania" and then goes on to compare herself to Alexander the Great, Donald Trump, James Joyce and other luminaries while justifying her production of two horrible "memoirs" at the age of 25.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104602) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 1:38 PM Author: Citrine partner school
Based on another comment by the user I think it was a redditor. He also posted:
Bob Petumkin says:
September 24, 2013 at 4:56 pm
@Peter Green: you stink of xoxo lol
Reply
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104751) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 1:48 PM Author: Citrine partner school
lol he just posted this:
Bob Petumkin says:
September 24, 2013 at 5:40 pm
FYI I’m not a redditor
WHO IS THIS GUY?!
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104798) |
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Date: September 24th, 2013 3:57 PM Author: Razzmatazz White Tank
Sforza says:
September 24, 2013 at 6:03 pm
Stfu doobs
Reply
Bob Petumkin says:
September 24, 2013 at 6:12 pm
The Box is about to culturally enrich you
To Be Fair?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24105492)
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Date: September 24th, 2013 1:24 PM Author: mustard odious new version
"I had no words–this never happens–"
100 percent accurate, i'm sure
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104684) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 1:45 PM Author: nofapping contagious gaping set
estimated ETA on when she shuts down the comments section?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104780)
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Date: September 24th, 2013 2:01 PM Author: Cream galvanic nursing home
"today I went to Whole Foods and then made a protein-packed paleo Pinterest-procured pizza"
lololol "paleo" - she's still a heffer
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104868) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 2:03 PM Author: Lavender public bath faggot firefighter
Who posted this gem?
"You should consider watching “Warhorse.” It really puts things into perspective."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104877) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 2:07 PM Author: cobalt stage international law enforcement agency
i laughed audibly at this comment for some reason:
Emanuel Rosenstein says:
September 24, 2013 at 5:38 pm
Oy vey! Way to teach this nazi punk a lesson!
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24104900) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 3:27 PM Author: beady-eyed black stage
Oymuhvey Goyimhasmuhshekels says:
September 24, 2013 at 6:08 pm
Shalom, why you mad though?
I can't. ljl of bountiful 180s
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24105284) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 6:41 PM Author: disgusting chartreuse property
crying and vomiting says:
September 24, 2013 at 6:44 pm
OH WHAT A MEMOIR
Reply
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24106565) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 6:43 PM Author: disgusting chartreuse property
sahvinegah says:
September 24, 2013 at 9:56 pm
Gave the eulogy for my grandfather Sid’s funeral last year. Without a doubt the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my entire life. Bawled hysterically the entire time and could barely pronounce the words on the page in front of me. Afterwards, my entire family thanked me for being so brave and courageously letting my emotions out. Strangers came up to me and shook my hand. Sid would be so proud.
The tears weren’t for my grandfather. What I’ve never told anyone to this day is that I’d seen War Horse the night before in my room at the Red Roof Inn.
Reply
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24106580) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 7:12 PM Author: irradiated aquamarine tattoo
The way he rejected her was condescending. “Sorry to be a downer” stinks of patriarchy, as if the rejection from a male is capable of destroy a woman’s passion for life. She was obviously being sarcastic with that gown comment, but he was too busy wallowing in his condescension to even consider it.
Maybe next time he’ll think twice before doing what he did (and before her Birthday no less).
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24106751) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 7:25 PM Author: irate tripping bawdyhouse
dumb young striver/social climber asian with a tranny face and linebacker arms is vengeful, irrational, amoral, self-obsessed, and reacts like an ape to any slight.
news at 11.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24106811) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 9:14 PM Author: Charismatic Piazza
op here
not gonna lie it's almost scary to see what i unleashed here, esp when 4chan and/or reddit or whatever got into it
have we seen bb.com reppin in the comments or are they m.i.a.?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24107398) |
Date: September 24th, 2013 10:01 PM Author: Purple trailer park affirmative action
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAh
wow the guy sends an innocuous text message saying he doesn't want a relationship and chick flips out.
also, not surprisingly, chick is fug
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24107847) |
Date: September 25th, 2013 10:02 AM Author: Charismatic Piazza
Cotdamn
Get to that page and ctrl-f "Malachi Dax" - it's right near the bottom
Edit: GOAT POTUS has helpfully saved you wastrels the trouble
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2369955&forum_id=2#24110336) |
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Date: September 25th, 2013 10:10 AM Author: disgusting chartreuse property
Here’s a note from a guy who received a message like this once upon a time, Ms. Pu.
I think we’re probably good to go. The fact that you have your own condo, your own life, and a social blog centered around being a crazy single female in the middle of a town known for women whose entire life centers around non-essential functions (IE, galas, benefits, etc) is perfectly fine.
It’s just not for me.
It’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I’ve dated many women I initially found attractive, then realized I was more interested in her “exoticness”. I’ve found many women your age to be mature, intelligent, and capable of holding a conversation involving something other than the gossip column or what shoes someone was wearing at said function, but usually, they were capable of understanding when I wanted to talk about something else.
It’s not that you’re not smart, or that you’ve written two books that read like a series of gossip columns condensed into two self-publishing debacles.
It’s that if you felt so, so very confident in yourself and who you were, maybe you would have understood that I meant “dress down” because I didn’t want to have you show up to a t-shirt and jeans function blinged out to the nines. I like opera, I do. What I don’t like is your inability to listen. To comprehend. Or to pay attention to what you’re saying when it’s coming out of your mouth, or your fingers.
Hey, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you out on a date. Maybe I shouldn’t have tipsily staggered over to your table, and given you my email address. Maybe I should have actually paid attention to you tapping your phone left and right during our dates. Maybe I should have checked to see what you did for a living, and maybe, after I realized that you were self-centered, self-involved, and out to play the wild woman about town character with her “sassy crew of female compatriots”, yes, I should have walked away. I should have done it with more class. I should have refrained from doing it on my phone using text, but as I have gathered, you’re quite comfortable smearing anything people say to you on your phone in the interests of “gossip” and blogging.
But, hey. I tried to be nice. I tried to be pleasant, and I tried to explain to you, in short, that I don’t think you and I are going to work out. I had a good time on Saturday but in all honesty, you made me think there was something to worry about if I dated you. It looks like I was right.
If I were going to write about this little incident, I’d probably throw in some telltale dirt. I’d throw it in my own little blog. I’d mention how, late at night, with me and you making out, finding the angles all wrong, awkward, the sex never lining up, your inability to move your body in anything resembling coordination, with the sudden comprehension through the red wine haze that I was trying to mate with a female version of a cubist painting or an opera diva – bad angles, a hideous posturing, and viciously calculated stances. I was trying to have sex with something that held together under the highest tension of Spanks, creaking corsetry, tautly wired underbras and a careful two hours’ worth of makeup and hairstyling before even attempting to move, and once stripped of even the most basic of that armor, the expectation was for me to do all the work, in its entirety. I’d mention how you barely moved, how you lay back and moved your head fractionally, as if you were still in Kodiak, the prettiest girl in the bar, instead of the girl who has suddenly realized that she doesn’t even rank on the top 20 list, and comes behind most of the bartenders (who aren’t even the same gender).
I definitely shouldn’t have mentioned my daughter to you. I shouldn’t have talked about my life, and I guess the fact that the little text messages you sent to my employers are screenshots, and can be easily faked – as most gossip columnists who make their living by trashing other people’s lives and livings definitely know.
That said, I have to say that if you are so very, very crushed by my realization that I made a mistake, that you have to write a single blog post, that you have to rant about me, my life, my request for a single date with a girl who didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t everything she left in smalltown Georgia, or my own daughter…
…well. You spent four years getting an excessively expensive education, so you ought to recognize the quote, “Methinks the lady doth protest too much”.
For a more clear answer, if my single rejection of you, who you are, and the realization that I, a guy who was not only definitely older than you, but also had a more serious obligation to myself and my life, and what I was looking for in a relationship didn’t involve a trite partygirl whose most serious work conversation involves what someone was wearing to what society function, well, I’d say it’s got very little to do with my life, and far, far more to do with yours.
In other words, Quin, I think you cried your eyes out over a quart of Ben and Jerry’s, then hit the gym for doubles on Monday to purge the consolation ice cream from your system. I think you bought yourself some new shoes or a new dress; maybe some MAC makeup, and then stormed around thinking of the best way to respond, publicly, to show how much of a strong, sassy, independent single female that you are.
And it might have worked, had you not posted your flameout, your immature little post, and attempted to “snark” your way at my job. The problem is, Quin, you’re not Carrie from Sex and the City. You’re a smalltown Georgia girl by way of Alaska who tried like hell to shake off the red clay and the salmon to make it in the DC area. You’re not witty, and your writing is filled with cliche, hacks, and one-offs that read like a bad comedy sketch.
But I want to say I did think you were smart, funny, and cool. I do. Everything that was presented to me at the bar, on our date, and everything else said you were a great girl. But underneath it, the Spanks, the red wine stains on the couch, the sloppiness, and the exhaustingly applied layers of makeup shone through.
I regret texting you. I regret making sexts to you. But in all honesty, I regret that you felt so lonely, so threatened, and so afraid of being rejected that you found solace in making any and every excuse in the book to demand “respect”.
So I should say that I thought you were smart, funny, and cool. Now I think you’re sad, lonely, and barely holding it together under a tough, alpha bitch veneer, a revamped True Life version of Sex and the City, and drowning any challenge to that fragile little illusion under Vermont ice cream and gallons of red wine.
And now I just think of you that way. Awkward angles. Lights out to remove any hint of the supporting underwear or hosiery, and only when you come home at the latest hour possible, do I think of you as you are – a half-empty glass of red wine on the table beside the couch, a melting pint of ice cream, and heels in an awkward ying-yang comfiguration from where you released your aching feet.
So to be truthful, I don’t find you sexy, or smart, or cool – I pity you. Because in only a few hours will you get up, layer on makeup and clothing, and you’ll go back out, convinced that because you wrote a post about a guy you barely know, you’ve vindicated your life, and what you do. Yet the entirety of your life’s work thus far has come down to this: a petty post by a jilted girl on a blog about the pettiest lives in the most vibrant, important city in the nation.
I only wish you knew how utterly sad and pathetic that makes your life.
So thanks, but no thanks, and I hope you find what you’re looking for. After all, you like men, don’t you?
Anywhere else, that’d be an open admission. Here, it’s just you being a sassy, single girl in the city.
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Date: September 25th, 2013 10:28 AM Author: Provocative wine pit
this is the jewel part:
If I were going to write about this little incident, I’d probably throw in some telltale dirt. I’d throw it in my own little blog. I’d mention how, late at night, with me and you making out, finding the angles all wrong, awkward, the sex never lining up, your inability to move your body in anything resembling coordination, with the sudden comprehension through the red wine haze that I was trying to mate with a female version of a cubist painting or an opera diva – bad angles, a hideous posturing, and viciously calculated stances. I was trying to have sex with something that held together under the highest tension of Spanks, creaking corsetry, tautly wired underbras and a careful two hours’ worth of makeup and hairstyling before even attempting to move, and once stripped of even the most basic of that armor, the expectation was for me to do all the work, in its entirety. I’d mention how you barely moved, how you lay back and moved your head fractionally, as if you were still in Kodiak, the prettiest girl in the bar, instead of the girl who has suddenly realized that she doesn’t even rank on the top 20 list, and comes behind most of the bartenders (who aren’t even the same gender).
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Date: September 25th, 2013 11:41 AM Author: bossy frum boiling water
lol TBF went out with a fatty moonface.
anyway i wonder what a truly introspective female feels when they read something like this, so devastating, striking at the very heart of their deepest, most inescapable flaws. are they filled with unbearable shame and despair? lol j/k didn't read.
http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1552283&forum_id=2#17412079
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Date: September 25th, 2013 10:17 AM Author: disgusting chartreuse property
this comment i think is probably finely modulated xoxo flame based on the ulysses reference, for which the guy would have to have seen the video discussed here, but i could be wrong:
Rich Moyer says:
September 25, 2013 at 1:57 pm
Quin,
The verdict is clearly in regarding your actions and your decision to post them on a blog that also appears to be your “professional” one, so I won’t repeat what’s been said. However, you should also understand that you’ve drastically set back if not ruined any chance you may have had at a prosperous freelance writing career.
I say this as a person whose job it is to review pitches for an online publication I won’t name here, but is one that, if you are younger than 40, you have definitely heard of and probably read at least once a month. Our unique hits/month number is usually around ten times the population of Washington, D.C.
When I get a pitch from a new writer, I see what I can learn about the writer online. If you pitched us, I would be on this page or an archived version of it within two minutes of knowing your name.
Your online presence shows that you lack kindness and decency (this post), and also have issues with honesty–for example, your claim to have read Ulysses “dozens of times” is completely unbelievable, and this is exactly the sort of embellishment that ruins journalist and memoirist careers.
For these reasons, no matter how good your hypothetical pitch was, there is no chance I would ever pass it on to any section editor at our publication. If you want to believe I am some sort of outlier, so be it. But know that I passed this around to a few of my colleagues and their reaction mirrored–in a slightly less troll-like tone–some of the more enraged comments above. Our “Women” section editor’s jaw practically hit her desk and she was still shaking her head when I left her.
And just to disabuse you of a notion that may or may not have entered your head over the last 24 hours, this is NOT the sort of publicity that will help you in any way.
Character does not change overnight. You have a lot of work to do–that has nothing to do with writing–if you ever want this as a career. Good luck.
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