I hope this bitch dies

Ivy League Manhattanite Travels to Brooklyn, Somehow Survives

I have no words. The Gawker commenters have pretty much covered my immediate reaction to reading this article. Oh how I wish I could run into this girl on Fifth Avenue while I am searching for the cheapest possible lunch and she is window shopping at Juicy Couture. I would push her face down in front of a CitySightsNY bus and career wildly, cackling, down the street.

The fact that THIS GIRL works at VANITY FAIR is proof that the universe laughs at our illusions of meritocracy. I'm pretty sure the kid who sat behind me in drivers' ed in high school muttering 'Hot...buttered...midget' in my ear day after day could have made more valuable observations and expressed them more inventively than this piece of nepotistic garbage (I'm talking about her, not the article).

Oh, and hi. I'm Erin, and Roxy has so kindly let me be her coblogger for those occasions when I, too, find myself bored--or outraged, as the case may be--at work. Thanks, boo!