This book I read over the weekend has been a call to arms. I had to tell you psychos about this shit immediately. I got an advanced copy of Dirty Rush in the mail and literally read it in a day which is two years faster than I’ve ever read a whole book in my life. It’s disgusting, it’s offensive, it’s lolzful, and it’s all about bitches and sisterhood… something I kind of know nothing about and am fascinated by. Also noteworthy: it’s 75% less about Tory Burch flats and Michael Kors watches than I was expecting.
Maybe the best part about it is that one of my super cute former interns wrote it. Her name is Taylor Bell and she worked for me a few summers ago. She was an incredible intern. My almond lattés were always the right hue: burnt caramel, my desk was always neat AF when I got to it in the morning at 4pm, and she reminded me that I am thin enough everyday before leaving work. #Blessed. Also, she’s actually a good writer. I’ve never said that about anyone I know, so this is a big deal.
I guess Taylor went to college in whatever random non-chic little state she’s from, was basically forced to join a sorority by these insane Beta Zeta psychos, dated a super hot guy with a big dick, got caught up in a drug ring scandal AND a sex tape scandal, did some drugs, wore some Uggs, and learned a lot. I’m not saying I condone her choices, but I am saying I’m proud of the way she told her story so honestly.
Taylor, if you’re reading this, text me. I would if I hadn’t lost your number. Did I ever even have your number? I miss you. I love you. Dirty Rush is an amazing first book. Don’t drink any more beer. Text me.