I promise, I swear, I vowed to myself never to mention a "girly blogger" by name again, lest another idiotic person ask me about some nonexistent "blog feud", and because the whole subject is boring and I'd rather concentrate on the more well-known ways women humiliate themselves and each other in public (like chick lit or the Times' Modern Love column), but something just happened that has made it impossible to keep that vow.
I was just ordering an iced tea in the crowded cafe of the Borders at Columbus Circle, when I hear someone in the cafe yell "I'll link to it! On my website! And you'll get TONS OF TRAFFIC! I have TEN THOUSAND READERS PER DAY!" I glanced at the person yelling from her laptop-laden cafe table, then glanced at the person she was yelling to - an older woman sitting nearby, clearly a stranger. I guess the stranger didn't hear the first time because the person yelled again "TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE READ MY SITE EVERY DAY!"
Before I even had time to process the embarrassment I felt for this person for saying such a David Brent sort of thing, I realized (I'll admit: to my glee) that this misguided young lady was none other than the lastest recipient of a half-million dollar book deal from Judith Reagan: Miss Stephanie Klein.
I'm happy to report that the self-confidence (cough! euphemism! cough!) she manifests on her site, is, in fact, also present in real life. From my gawking spot across the cafe, I can't testify to her firmness or fashionablness, but I think everyone in that cafe was busy facing it - she's fetching.
As Miss Klein is the Queen of the "I totally got recognized on the street by one of my thousands of fans!" post, I was DYING to ask for an autograph, hoping to end up on the site, but I chickened out. The end.