I may as well just give up writing this blog. Because not only did Jane Borden write a book about moving from North Carolina to NYC, but New York Magazine put it in its Approval Matrix in the last issue, meaning that ANYONE who wants to read a debutante-to-asshole story is going to read her book instead of this blog. Apples and oranges, yes, but I’m pissed that the number of opportunities I have to get famous just by being myself are quickly dwindling. First My Boys, now this. Maybe I’ll go hiking and get my arm stuck under a boul– nevermind.