So, damn, you’ve been getting some ridicule and I’m pretty sure it’s not what you thought you were signing up for when you sat down with Ravi Somaiya for that little piece in the Times. But actually, wait, maybe I’m wrong about that. Did you really (really?!) not know what you were getting into (I mean, feasible enough since you overlooked the bumps in the road associated with that whole marrying a banker thing). I don’t know how on top of your Gawker you are, but it doesn’t take an RSS feed to figure out your story is their meat or better yet, you are. And yes, they’ll make you a webelebelibrity if that was your goal. Book deals don’t just fall out of the sky–except when they do, whatever.
But hey, maybe you could have gotten one on your own? The dreamy girl jobs, the promotions, the long shiny hair? I guess you just get tired of waiting for it especially when a short-cut was so there and, well, seize-able. So, Carpe Diem? Girl leaves Maine, gets big city job, meets big city people, marries them, sells-out, gets laughed at, writes book.