There are people who think the world revolves around them. They exist in every walk of life, but for a long time they didn't show their faces in the blogosphere.
I have to say, I have a smidgen of sympathy for the poor bint who got a book deal and cried and cried when the bastard newspaper (who's paid her a tidy sum for the serialisation) revealed who she really is.
But hey naivety is no crime. We've all made mistakes.
But the whining self-pity. Ooh I appeared on Woman's Hour. Ooh, my private life is all out in the open. People might know I have sex. Ooh, I've been on Richard and Judy, plugging a book about my imaginary sex life. Ooh, people might know who I am. Look at me look at me book deal look at me. Invasion intrusion privacy
Self-centred egoists are hypocrites. Fine, that's how they get on. Better to treat yourself as a doormat than treat other people. But quit the whining and grow up. And accept a bit of responsibility instead of blaming the stupid bimbo from the organisation that stoked your ego bank-balance. Ooh, I've been sacked. Should have joined a Union. Okay, you got the bookdeal. Well, no need to keep writing the blog then, is there, considering it's now just a litany of self-pity interspersed with ego-trip.
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