So I’d heard that three of the staff members from this magazine were in town and I decided to catch one of their bookstore appearances, but first I stopped to get lunch at a place down the street. And there I saw a group of women sitting at a table and caught snatches of their conversation and thought, I bet that’s them. I bet they’re from the magazine, but I wasn’t absolutely sure, so I didn’t approach them. Because, see, if you’re going to go up to a table full of women in a coffeehouse in Andersonville and say, “Excuse me, but you’re the BITCH ladies, aren’t you?” you damn well better be right.
It turns out I was right, but I kept quiet until I got to the bookstore. I met Lisa, Andi, and Marisa, who were very cool. I sang the Women’s Workout World jingle for them and they weren’t too frightened. And remember when Pamie told you to subscribe to Bitch and you figured you’d get around to it but then that show Paradise Hotel came on and it made you all distracted and stupid? Here’s another opportunity. Pass it on.
