do you think she writes that shit herself?

Dear god, I hope so.

ita, I think Waldman's kids should be as bitter about this:

Frankly, at this stage they are far more interested in Gaia online and Muffin Films Web sites, but there will surely come a day when they will Google themselves, find my blog and both be furious with me for having stolen their lives and humiliated at the extent to which I have laid open my own. I told the New York Times reporter that blogging was "payback for driving back and forth to gymnastics all week long," but I don't really believe that.

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I guess I'm less appalled by the CultOfMommydom being upset and more weirded out at what Betsy said. Too much info and not locked down enough.

Dirty laundry, and not even hers. I find her PoV thought-provoking, but am not comfortable with the urgency with which she reveals what she admits are fleeting thoughts and half-truths to the world, including her kids. The only thing fleet about her thoughts once they hit the internet is the wildfire-way they spread. That shit will linger.

Dear god, I hope so.

Really? It would be both depressing and poetic if she hired someone to do it.

You do know that my post was in reference to Britney, yes?

Kristen, where do you get your car washed?

You do know that my post was in reference to Britney, yes?

Yes. I can't imagine why you'd pay someone to write that. Being stupid is one thing. Paying to have yourself made look that way -- I don't want to lower my expectations that much.

I hate to be part of the pile-on, but some of Waldman's columns have pinged my discomfort meter in ways that Lamott's confessions of occasional rage and frustration against her kid don't.

Last week Waldman wrote a column about how much she hopes her 6-year-old son grows up to be gay, for a host of reasons both frivolous (joking that a gay son makes a great shopping partner and that way she'll know that no other woman will ever come between them) and serious (openness, acceptance, the fact that he's already self-identifying as gay and she thinks it's amazing that he feels safe and secure enough to say so). And reading it was... icky. It didn't feel like something I wanted to know, or something that her son will in later years thank her for having written and posted in Salon.

She and Lamott get lumped together a lot in the Salon letters and TT, but her confessionals, and the feelings they might stir up in her children, feel an order of magnitude different from Sam Lamott finding out he was a cranky toddler who knew how to push his mother's buttons.

Dirty laundry, and not even hers.

Spot-on. The only person's secrets you get to tell are yours.

do you think she writes that shit herself?

Sadly, I do.

Kristen, where do you get your car washed?

Depends. I either go to Playa Vista down the block from my office. Or Sunset Car Wash on Sunset near Fairfax.

The latter has the added option of being next door to a Coffee Bean.

The only person's secrets you get to tell are yours.

And sometimes, you should prolly refrain from that too.