E=C2

Oddly, the final straw in my mind came yesterday when she wrote that post about Elizabeth Wurtzel. For me, Moe’s irritation factor was always somewhat cancelled out by the fact that she had a kind of gravitas and a fuck-you self-awareness. But calling Wurtzel, the literary figure to whom Moe would most likely be compared, a “self-obsessed cokehead slut” was laughable considering Moe wishes she could parlay her own self-obsession into as much success as Wurtzel enjoyed.

Not to worry. Moe will land on her Converse-clad feet.