I don't know Lauren Conrad, but I do know this: she's got some nerve.
Traipsing around with that long wavy hair plaited into the epitome of boho chic.
Designing (hmmm...that might be too strong a word) her own line of fab maxi dresses.
Starring in a television show wherein she alternates between staring into the middle distance and saying, "like, you know?"
And now a three-book deal. She's gone too far.
Who does she think she is, ticking off all the things on MY to-do list?
Ok, so I don't actually want to star on the Hills or the O.C. or whatever the hell her show is called. I DO want beachy hair and an ocean view and to go shopping all day--it's pretty much the same thing.
(I know my mother and Women's Studies professors are cringing at that last statement, but at least I'm being honest.)
And I suppose if I were to write a book I'd hope the most favorable reviews were more effusive than, "It's not as bad as I expected."