A self-professed bookworm, I'll read just about anything. A recent example of this is my preoccupation with famed blogger Jessica Cutler's juicy, gossipy, tell-all scribe "The Washingtonienne." Set against the fair city of Washington, DC, my semi-home since 2004, it’s a refreshing change from the juicy, gossipy, tell-alls based in Manhattan (read: The Devil Wears Prada, Sex & The City, and virtually every other chick-lit novel published this decade).
Cutler's alter ego, Jacqueline Turner is not as pretty as she is slutty and just as unscrupulous as she is smart. She navigates the hills of The Hill in stilettos (last season's since DC is not privy to the omnipresent sample sales of the Big Apple), bedding presidential aides, tenured Senators, lowly legislative assistants and bike messengers alike.
Though vapid, Bad Girls will find this book refreshingly devoid of excuses. Unlike Sex's Carrie, Jackie doesn't go on and on about why singles in the big city are so incurably promiscuous. No soliloquies on the absence of "dateable" men being the reason why young professionals turn into walking sex. There's no rhyme or reason to her antics, she simply does it because she can. And I mean really, how many “sexy, single professional gal seeks love in the Big City" plots can we stomach? The Washingtonienne simply reads sexy, single, semi-professional seeks alcohol, "recreational" drugs and rich, political horndogs (her word, not mine).
But, conservative prudes beware! The language is crude and the subject matters ever cruder. If you're offended by any of the "words" (the P-word, the B-word, the F-word) don't bother. This book is hardcore, rated XXX. Though I'm only half-way into it, I know that underneath all of the "lines of blow" and various "jobs," Cutler is getting at some sort of point. When I find out, I'll let you know. In the meantime, enjoy this guilty pleasure!