I dunno. She’s got this wide-eyed prettiness thing going on, and, personally, I think she’s gorgeous. And she seemed wholesome and I was rooting for her at the beginning.
Then I was hanging at a buddy’s house, drinking a few beers before heading out, and our crew is channel-surfing, and the Ashlee show is on.
Me: Dude, stop! She’s wicked hot!
My Buddy: Sure, she is, but she’s a fcking cnt. I’ve seen this one. Just wait.
Me: Naw, look at her! How can someone that cute be anything but a sweetheart?
My Buddy: Just wait.
It was that episode where her boyfriend (Ryan Cabrera) had a big gig at the Knitting Factory. And it was Ashlee’s birthday or near enough to it, or somesuch, and Ryan promised to play her a song he had written. So she is happy and perky and sits to watch.
Me: See, dude? How cute is that?
My Buddy: WAIT.
What happens next? Cabrera is doing his best to impress the audinece and everyone who came to see him, including record-label suits and whatnot, and what is Ashlee doing? Drinking in the back, yammering on and on about one thing: the fact that Ryan hasn’t played her song yet. Where’s my song?? Where’s my song??? Set ends. No song. Whiny Ashlee.
Then, the kicker. Backstage, after the show, Cabrera has apparently kicked ass. Everyone is around congratulating him, telling him what a great job he did, and so on, when up comes his girlfriend to add to the support- she looks him in the eye…
and berates him for not playing the damn song.
Me: Holy sht. That fcking cnt.
My Buddy: Told you so, dude.
At that very moment, my Ashlee daydreams transformed from “carriage ride in the park” to “backseat of the Happy Scrappy Malibu.”
I mean, she’s still HOT, of course. But I’m certainly not rooting for her.