So, rumour has it my site’s a slight dud. Why? Well, besides the obvious, my hit counter is apparently passé. That’s what I hear, anyway. Poor little hit counter. Nobody loves you.

Or do they? It’s poll time. Love the hit counter? Hate the hit counter? Couldn’t care less about the hit counter? I want to hear about it. Email me.

In other news, I’ve spent the week writing advertorials, reading and watching TV (sometimes all at the same time). Finished the Elle books. Two were good, one not so good. For the record: The People’s Act of Love by James Meek was the ultimate stinker. Will try to talk more about the other two when my comments are published in the actual magazine. Also read three socio-cultural tomes by New Yorker type pop-pontiffs as a sort of homework assignment. (In case you’re counting, that’s five books this week people. Not the best I’ve ever done by far, but not bad either.)

Won’t go into too much detail yet, but two things struck me right off the bat:

1. Is it me, or do writers from the New Yorker all sound factory produced? Like they all emerged from the same pod or something?

2. I’ve lately been attributing a lot of things that annoy me to the fact that they’re the product of male thinking. Unfair or insightful?

I liked the books. I just try to keep an open mind, especially about pop-culture commentaries. Fads fade.

Also tried to read the much-hyped 26a by Diana Evans and Innocence by Kathleen Tessaro. Couldn’t get into either and put them aside.

As for the writing of advertorials, I have only this to say: Hey, it’s rent money. Oh, and people who change their quotes after the fact rarely succeed in making themselves sound smarter.

P-A-R-T-Y this Saturday. Be there or be square.

Jen