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Here's the deal. Ya boi loves some good dirt and drama and filler reads. The last 6 months I've felt particularly spicy and I've sucked down the whole Twilight saga and Prince Harry's memoir. I had high hopes for this book to be the reading equivalent of putting on daytime soap operas to help me sleep better or at least give me a damn escape as my life crumbles and my marriage falls apart and my kids resent me. But alas, our girl Pam did not deliver the goods. I was left wanting. I learned no spicy details of a life I am literally entitled to know nothing about and therein lies the problem with our society. How do i expect to know these things. I feel deprived. I love my own privacy but dammit Pam give me more I don't respect your privacy at all. I am a monstrous son of capitalism and my existence is a lie. Guess I need to rewatch Desperate Housewives to get my fix.