Okay, Ms. Loh. I’ll start with the obvious problem:
This is supposed to be a book review, of other people’s books, but you’ve made it all about you and your personal problems. Your monstrous narcissism, your desperate middle-aged sluttiness, your willingness to air out the most intimate details of your marital dysfunction in print and on the web. This shit lives forever on the web, and your kids will be hearing about it in high school and college and decades down the road. For their sake, if for no one else’s, you should have kept your fucking mouth shut.
You’re the one who fucked around. Everyone who’s been married for a few years has a hankering for fresh meat, at least once or twice. Some people give in, and some people don’t. There’s nothing special about it.
You say you “fell in love”. Are you a fucking high school girl? You most certainly did not fall in love. What you had was a tingly clit from some charming new cock. You gave in. So what? Not the best thing anybody’s ever done, not the worst either. He’s not with you anymore? Of course he’s not with you anymore you immature twit. Married middle aged woman are easy prey for the unscrupulous young cocksman*. Don’t fool yourself. It was fresh meat. That’s all.
There’s also your naked slander of decent responsible men like your own husband and the husbands of your friends as unmasculine, asexual, “kitchen bitches”. Would you rather they beat you up, leave you to pay all the bills, and duck their share of the cooking and child care? Seriously, WTF do you want, a pony? A Barbie dream house?
On top of all that, shame on the shithead Atlantic editors for publishing this incoherent mess of an article. A disjointed, unfocused mishmash of personal reflections, irrelevant references and cliche buzzwords wouldn’t be published in a college newspaper, much less a national magazine that purports to have serious discussions about important issues.
And while were at it, you egotastic gasbag, do you seriously call what you do a career? Your writing is really, really not funny. Your radio delivery is awkward and irritating. Your science short features suck compared to people who are good at it, like Bill Nye the Science guy and Suzuki (the Canadian guy, don’t recall his first name, David?).
When the head of KCRW fired you for inadvertently cursing on the air, I felt sort of bad for you. Now I see that Ruth Seymour, iron fisted dictator that she was, was smart to stay as far away from you as possible.
Living out of your car? Is that really necessary? What about all those women friends you mention all the time? Hmm, could it be that all those nice, married Armenian and Korean ladies want nothing to do with the psycho bitch who publicly disgraces herself and her family? Do they not want to be poisoned by the toxic meltdown you are so obviously having?
Hey, Sandra. You’re a fucking Cal Tech graduate. You could get a real job, something where you actually do something useful, something that’s not all about you. And you could even stop living out of your car.
- I used to be one myself, in my teens. Yes, I regret it, and no, I’ve haven’t slept with any married woman since I’ve been an adult.