Summer Wives (Part 2 of 2)
[Ed. note: This is a continuation of the story started in this post by ATL guest columnist Hope Winters, which you should read first if you haven't done so already. It's about Hope's friend Anna, a young Wall Street lawyer and self-described "summer wife."]
It's the first week of August. At around five o'clock, Anna's BlackBerry begins buzzing with invitations to fancy restaurants like Amaranth or Cipriani, courtesy of the much older partners looking for summer wives. Anna likes to network and she likes to eat, so she's game.
You'd never guess it by her lithe frame and recessed chest exposing clavicle bones, but Anna can eat and drink ... a lot. And like all girls, she just likes attention -- attention best demonstrated at lavish restaurants, and hotel bars where cucumber Martinis are served all night long. Anna is into the glam. She wears conservative charcoal gray Diane von Furstenberg dresses, but accessorizes sexy -- strappy black sandals that crisscross at the ankles, dangling gold earrings, and a black lace camisole ever-so-subtly revealed. So if a much older, frumpy partner wants to be seen with her, he better be taking her somewhere gorgeous.
In any event, as the summer goes by and the dinners multiply (followed always by an invitation for a "nightcap" at the partner's apartment), Anna grows increasingly fond of one of her suitors, Abraham. She realizes that it's time for her to grow up, settle down, and take a summer husband. He has been courting her for a long time now. Calling her. Wining and dining her. Complimenting her. Texting her. Even sending her a car and driver.
He wants her. She is everything right that is wrong in his wife.
Finally, Anna capitulates. Very well -- I'll be your summer wife.
Read more, after the jump.
When I visit New York City, I get to meet the infamous Abraham. I expect him to be your typical nebbishy, sophomoric, middle-aged lawyer. But he is actually quite civilized and mature and charming. He seems to like his wife. I wouldn't say love; he does tell us that they never sleep together and haven't for years. (By the way, don't they all say that?) But still, he's a swell guy, very nice to all her friends. He buys us dinner and drinks. He holds the door open for us. He has impeccable manners. He even places my white cloth napkin on my lap.
That night, I order pulled pork, just because I know he isn't allowed to eat it. I dig the pig, and I eat it unabashedly, washing it down with big glasses of Sancerre from the bottle Anna just ordered. Anna always orders the wine, and she always picks the best kind. Sometimes she orders two or three different kinds. She is into Meritages, if you will. Wow. What a life......
And there is always one more drink to be had. I'm exhausted. I have just finished writing a big memo. I'm on an adrenaline rush from completing this thing, but I'm also very drained. It's almost eleven now, and I am fading rapidly.
"Come on Hope." Anna grabs my arm; her gold Rolex, with diamonds where the numbers should be, grazes me lightly.
"One more drink. Please. Please. I'll buy! Just one more drink."
"I don't know. I'm so tired." I rub my eyes.
"Wait." She begins to text rapidly. "Look who is texting me, Evan! Oh god." She laughs and rolls her eyes.
Everyone wants Anna.
Evan is another lawyer looking for a summer wife. He and Anna have been "phone dating" for some time now. But she will only talk to him on the phone or via text. Nothing else. She's not sure that he's summer husband material.
As Anna's fingers move feverishly across her BlackBerry keyboard, I glance over at old Abe. He's clearly jealous, but Anna just won't stop. She texts away. Teasing him. Cajoling him. He bites.
So, I reluctantly agree to go out with them for a final mojito at some Latin club. That's the thing about New York. There are just so many cool places to go to, and they all have the neatest drinks. After a mojito or two, we get into the mood. Anna and I dance the salsa with each other, and really have some laughs. This is so fun. I wish I was Anna.
At the end of the night, we hop in a cab that Abe hails for us. He is going uptown to the Upper East (of course), and we're going downtown to Gramercy (of course). He drops us off first, and as we approach Anna's teeny tiny walkup apartment, he politely asks us to come back to his place for a G&T.
Just one more drink....
But we politely decline. We're just not that into it. And Anna is already texting again with Evan. She's on to her next potential summer husband.
"Well Anna, the summer is almost over," Abraham laughs. "I'm going to the beach the last week of August. And then it's fall. Our days together are numbered now."
I lean over and whisper to Anna: "He's right -- the summer wife has to be gone by autumn. Maybe we should grab that drink?"
But Anna politely declines again. We wave him goodbye, and begin discussing the state of his marriage and the state of big law firm life, in general. She tells me all lawyers in New York do this, and it's no big deal. The summer wife thing, that is.
We decide he probably isn't really in love with his wife. At a minimum, he doesn't respect her, or he wouldn't be acting this way. But maybe his wife is okay with it. I mean, who am I to judge? Maybe she really likes the ocean. Maybe she's delighted to be away from him for a few months, preferring manicures and shoe shopping to his company. Maybe, like Betty Draper of Mad Men, she is just starting to put the pieces together and soon will come unglued.
And I realize that he really isn't unlike any of the other powerful men I have met who have told me -- to my face, at formal work dinners -- how dissatisfied they have become with their marriages. Maybe he likes Anna so much because she doesn't want him, at least not long-term. She may not even like him that much now, for all I know. But the less she seems to like him, the more supper dates he appears to want. At least for these, the last remaining days of summer, until the fall-winter-spring wife returns to the big city.
I hate to be so cynical. But, to paraphrase (or turn on his head?) Oscar Wilde:
"A man can be happy with any woman as long as she doesn't love him."
Earlier: Summer Wives (Part 1)
(283) Comments
That was pretty bad.
Lame
this is awful
Lame
what the hell? this must be a joke lat is playing on us.
worse than lame ....
stop this fucking garbage
I'm gone.
boring
I'm still puzzled as to why anyone outside of Hope's social circle is expected to career about the dull affairs of her trampy friends.
Can't we have a summary of all of Hope's posts appear instead of this drivel?
Summary: Hope never gets laid. Her friends do. Hope is jealous.
There. Now can I have the 10 minutes I spent reading this shit back?
what the christ was that?
Cliff notes version for those who have better things to do with their time:
Part 1
Some men send their wives away over the summer and don't see them very often. These men would have dinner with other people.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
One of these men had dinner and drinks with the author and her friend. Everyone ate, drank, and went back to their own homes. The summer is almost over.
Insert half-witty quote by famous dead author.
The End.
this is so bad
this was filled to the brim with suck.
Vinny Gambini should be a writer on this blog. Bravo! Much more coherent than the actual article.
Puke. Just puke.
If you read this far and you're planning on commenting, did you click on this article because you wanted the "after the jump" or because you were interested in the comments?
Page view numbers should NOT be confused with how much we all love Hope Winters.
usually not one to complain about terrible posts on here. but really?
Worse than Part 1.......is that possible?
ridiculous. this is why two Ivies crashed and burnd
What the fuck is the point of this ridiculous nonsense?
Worse than Part 1.......is that possible?
I wish I had seen 13's comment first. I hate myself for reading this so-called "article".
Ditto on the lame, yet, pathetically, I read both parts.
Dear Above the Law:
Well, that's it. You've played with my heart for so long, and every once in a while you toss out a little tease (layoff news?) that makes me think this site is still worth reading. But then along comes Hope Winters, reminding me why this is never going to work out and why I have to move on. Tawdry stories and gossipy crap should at least be interesting. Sadly, ATL, you've forgotten that important part lately. Your new "Editor-in-Chief" seems to be trying very hard, but it's just not the same. The crappy guest columnists tell crappy stories that are not interesting enough to click below the fold. Even your "juicy summer associate stories" have dried up.
ATL, it's over. I thought Kash might keep us together, but even that's not happening lately. Don't take it personally, people just grow apart.
We'll always have NY to 160.
Sincerely,
Your Readers
your writing sucks
are you taking some kind a creating writing class on a short bus or something
Please go back to writing fan fiction. Usenet misses you.
First of all, this sucks. Second, every character in your story is empty and miserable. I am so very glad that I'm not like you.
- Married Dude
Stop freaking posting this crap!!!! It sounds like a 16 year old girl writing in her diary after having just watched "Sex and the City". Why the hell is this being posted on this website? This website is officially in the crapper.
Well, if guys locked in a loveless marriage can have summer wives, why can't unmarried guys be involved in summer husband scheize? After all, what does a divorce cost these days? Abe is taking the easy way and Hope knows it. Muah!
Girls from my high school used to think that other people cared about their lame lives all the time, it was no big deal.
Fuck you ATL. This is pure dogshit.
this is horribly sexist and just all-together awful.
Really, really, really poor writing. This person actually made it through law school with those writing "skills". Hope, you are writing on an 8th grade level. Give it up, seriously.
Hope, thanks!! I love the social satire. It is much better than that drivel in the "Emporer's Children." And more droll than SATC!
BTW, I've worked at a firm where the GC slept with two different deputy GC's - back to back. I'm still trying to figure out who was the more "wrong" in that equation.
What a long way we've come from the times when women were paid to fuck !
I had to check to see if my eyes were bleeding after reading this drivel! Lat, for all that's holy, please please please stop this horrible Winters freak from ever posting on ATL again!
The writing sucks. It's really terrible. And the subject matter is boring and lame. What is interesting about some whorey Eastern European taking her fat friend who can't get laid along when she whores around with married men so that she looks even more attractive and cosmopolitan compared to her fat friend who can't get laid and can't write.
36 = Hope
The sad thing is, for once I kinda liked not having to put up with Elie's comprehension-defying use of commas, poor sentence structure, typos, etc.
"HOPE WINTERS" is an anagram for "IN STEP WHORE".
I somewhat liked it. The writing skills weren't terrible, and it allowed me to live vicariously in the world of mildly expensive dinners and sort of attractive women lawyers.
43 = Hope
ha ha. i didnt read it because the last posts were just so terrible. i feel bad for you folks who will never get those two minutes of your lives back.
I hated that story and felt compelled to comment and express my feelings. But I am worried that success on this website is measured by the number of comments regardless of whether they are positive or negative.
Can someone out Hope already so we never have to read this crap again?
Why is it ok for her to simply rehash something she wrote on her own blog a month ago???? See:
http://74.125.95.104/search?q=cache:5erV0WI4QJMJ:heresthethingdc.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-wives.html+%22My+friend+Anna+is+a+summer+wife.%22&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=1&gl=us&client=firefox-a
I can't believe I'm actually devoting more of my time to this crap by commenting . . . but I have to complain about this. Please. Make it stop. The page views are only high because it's such awful shit that everyone wants to comment about it.
44: For the sake of your career and performance reviews, I hope you learn to distinguish between faint praise and real praise.
Garbage. Anticlimactic garbage.
"Innovative new" affirmative action program for young female associates, news at 11
Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Literary Genius Hope Winters are all in a room with a hundred dollar bill on the floor.
Who gets it?
Answer: None. They are all figments of your imagination.
Hope,
You are supposed to excoriate this behavior as desperate and soulless. You are not supposed to lionize histrionic sluts and the material things over which they obsess. Grow up.
The whole thing is just stunningly cheesey and melodramatic and bad. Somehow this line belongs on a t-shirt though: "After a mojito or two, we get into the mood."
"But maybe his wife is okay with it. I mean, who am I to judge? Maybe she really likes the ocean. Maybe she's delighted to be away from him for a few months, preferring manicures and shoe shopping to his company."
Hopelessly naive or merely hopeless? You tell me. ;)
What's the over-under on Hope actually being an overweight, unattractive, member of a doc review chain gang?
As time marches on, the amount of quality posts on this blog continue to shrink.
Someone please start a new legal gossip blog that is worth reading. Please.
Wow.....everyday, I get to be amazed by the sheer retardedness of the stories on this site. Maybe, just maybe, it's a sign for this site to go away.
<<"it allowed me to live vicariously in the world of mildly expensive dinners and sort of attractive women lawyers."
Dream big, 43.
42 = comedy GOLD!
Hope Winters gives pablum a bad name; ATL might as well be AutoAdmit these days. I've been looking to trim down my RSS feeds, and posts like this certainly make it easier.
Anybody else with me?
If someone made a "Hope Winters Sucks" t-shirt on Cafepress.com right now, I'd buy it and I don't think I'm alone.
54: Why don't you grow up? This isn't soulless. It's called enjoying your life and the company of co-workers. What are they supposed to do instead? Read Harold Pinter and discuss the Torts issues raised by his plays?
With all due respect, you should like an angst-ridden 16-year-old who can't understand why life doesn't have more "meaning." Go back to Sartre and Camus and stop picking on this writer or her friend.
The only thing left on this site is snarky commenting. The posts blow.
. . . Part 2. And then we called it the summer of "Pantsdown." That is because in order to have sex, you have to take your pants off. Oh how we laughed and giggled at how clever and witty we were.
You know, we have bars outside NYC that serve mojitos. Have for quite some time. Now they even have these "flavored" ones, like with mango and stuff. You are not special. New York is not special. Get over yourself. New York navel gazing at its finest.
Guuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh. Between Elie and this crap, are you TRYING to drive us away, Lat? Tell the truth -- you short-sold ATL stock or something, right?
You know, we have bars outside NYC that serve mojitos. Have for quite some time. Now they even have these "flavored" ones, like with mango and stuff. New York is not special. You are not special. Get over yourself. New York navel gazing at its finest.
64 = Hope
Why is this "woman" being given a forum in which to disseminate her amateurish writing which reeks of her lack of world experience. How can anyone think such jejune behavior deserves to be the subject of a writing?
Again, I want her out of here.
After I read Part I, I just knew the words "strappy black sandals" would make an appearance in Part II.
Why bother to write the boring parts of erotic literature without any passages about throbbing shafts or rock hard nipples? I don't give a fuck about these characters unless cum is flying everywhere and Anna is being double penetrated.
WTF?
68: yes, because ATL is a publicly-owned company. I'm sure you can go down to Wall Street and see the logo emblazoned on the tickers.
In case you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic. Ha. Ha. Ha.
This is so fucking stupid. I actually clicked on 48's link and it is the exact same story. Except on her blog her friend Anna walked the jungles of Uganda, and now she walked the jungles of Nicaragua.
And do not anyone dare say this is satire. You Americans have killed Irony, do not touch another thing that you cannot possibly comprehend.
Wow, how unbearable/unattractive/uninteresting are these women that they are constantly available to be pawed at by balding, fat, middle-aged men each and every summer? Sad. These women make their own money, they don't have to be pr!ck teases to gross men who will never leave their wives. (Psst! You make enough money to eat at these restaurants with hot , young Brazilian tennis instructors!)
You made my ladyparts sad. And insulted my intelligence.
"Jumping the Shark" will now be referred to as "Posting teh Hope Winters"
64,
The whole thing is a display of stunning emotional immaturity. Pinter sucks (and hardly deserves to be mentioned in the same sentence as Camus and Sartre - apologies for doing now exactly that).
Call me old-fashioned, but the meaning of *my* life is my family. Diamond-studded rolexes and dinners with attention-seeking sluts aren't really that exciting. That's kind of an empty life.
This is so fucking stupid. I actually clicked on 48's link and it is the exact same story. Except on her blog her friend Anna walked the jungles of Uganda, and now she walked the jungles of Nicaragua.
And do not anyone dare say this is satire. You Americans have killed Irony, do not touch another thing that you cannot possibly comprehend.
There is probably better writing on the exams given to GULC part time students.
i enjoy how hope winters consistently lives her life through her friends.....
So you're saying sometimes older lawyers go out for drinks with younger women.
You've blown my mind.
64 - Why? The writer is awful. This is a bad episode of Sex and the City. Did Hope vomit this up after watching an episode? So hackneyed.
I only wish I could see literary agents laugh as they (inevitably) read this drivel. Just b/c you took a creative writing course doesn't mean it's for you. You know who's a better writer? The person who came up the "guys from my high school..." routine - that's already way better than you, Hope.
I blame Hope's high school English teacher for telling her she could actually write.
I don't blame her college English professor since he was probably hitting that on the side.
Is somebody tying to bang this chick....why else would someone put this crap out\
Either that or this is the musings of some semi retarded Sex in the City fan.
76: Agreed. If the women were that hot and great, they would be the ones marrying rich and living it up in the Hamptons while their fat miserable husbands were working, and not the insecure woman with self esteem issues that sleeps around with someone's husband for a decent meal and drinks.
HTH.
Guys at my high school used to tell girls that this was their last chance to fuck until next summer, all the time. It apparently is not a big deal until lots of money is involved.
78: Sorry for sounding so hostile toward you. I agree. But these are young women and they can't share your values at this age. I don't think it's unhealthy or unwise for them to dine and carouse during their spare time in the summer.
I hate Hope Winters. I bet this story is not even real. It sounds like Alabama SEN trying to write about a NY big law associate "fantasy"
64 - Why? The writer is awful. This is a bad episode of Sex and the City. Did Hope vomit this up after watching an episode? So hackneyed.
I only wish I could see literary agents laugh as they (inevitably) read this drivel. Just b/c you took a creative writing course doesn't mean it's for you. You know who's a better writer? The person who came up the "guys from my high school..." routine - that's already way better than you, Hope.
76 = brilliant
Traded in the NASDAQ under the ticker symbol ATL (of course). Of course, this website is just one part of the diversified ATL conglomerate; most of the dividends come from ATL's highly profitable "T.I. movies" division.
-68
(And thank you, 74, for "learning" me that short-selling a company's stock implies public ownership. Wouldn't have known that from, oh, I don't know, WORKING AS AN M&A LAWYER. Christ.)
I can't say which is lamer, this unbelievably inane story about four pathetic people (Mojitos as a novelty? I wish they'd ordered appletinis too, so we could all think wistfully about 2002 and how cool everything was then) or me, for not only reading it AND reading the comments, but taking the time to post something snarky myself. It's a close call.
This is like some trash novel for lonely, overweight housewives from the burbs.
For the last 3 weeks I have been asking myself why I continue to return to this site. Haven't come up with a good answer yet...
Dear Hope Winters,
I'm sorry that your father never paid enough attention to you as a child, which, combined with the fact that no men in your life appear attracted to you, has led to a life of lesbianism.
Next time save us all 5 minutes of our lives, and just post "Men Suck" in giant boldface size 72 font and be done with it.
So much fail here. Lat, fire her. Thank you in advance.
Hope Winters to food stamps!
Fair enough, 88.
Jeez, if I knew the competition to be ATL editor/contributor was this weak, I would've applied long ago.
Dear ATL,
It si bad enough that you have this "writer" posting on what was once a must read blog. But please explain to your readers why a post from August 14, 2008 on another Blog was fit to be TWO (2) fucking posts on ATL. Is ATL half the blog of here's the thing and not as relevant? For the love of money, please get your act together. This is so, so bad.
Please ask yourself this, did you ever think that this blog would posting something that contained these direct quotes;
"Wow. What a life"
"She laughs and rolls her eyes."
"Everyone wants Anna."
worst post ever
So you're saying sometimes older lawyers go out for drinks with younger women.
You've blown my mind.
95: offensive and stupid. You have no right to judge her private life.
Hope Winters = Catharine MacKinnon
88: Not "unhealthy or unwise": Vacuous. Without soul, honor, integrity, or even a whiff of the pursuit of something beautiful in the sense of something true and worthy of the highest things humans can be. Wait a sec, this a blog for lawyers. Never mind.
Incomprehensible. Is the demographic of ATL now teenage girls? What the hell is going on???
This really is crap. Very little is believable, and it reads like an idealized romance novel written by a summer associate. The bottom line is that partners want to get laid by other women because they're not getting it at home. How is this different than any other profession? The whole cheating partner is so cliche it's ridiculous.
did they have a threesome or not?
Is this our punishment for making SEN leave?
If so, ROLL TIDE!
106: Plenty of them "get it at home." This is another myth.
I like 13's story much much better than Lat's story.
In other words, this is TERRIBLE (and TERRIBLY WRITTEN). Worst thing I have ever read at ATL.
You guys won't be laughing when Hope Winters makes the NYT's best-seller list for a mildly erotic novel about a lonely, attractive female public defender and a shy, awkward complex securities partner at a V10 that discover that, despite their divergent legal paths, they are actually similar deep down.
Is "Hope Winters" actually Lat's drag name?
"He even places my white cloth napkin on my lap."
Ugh . . . what? Am I reading this correctly?
This is really terrible. It is almost impossible to believe that anyone actually read this drivel from beginning to end. I have to believe that almost everyone who clicked did so either to see if everyone else had the same reaction, i.e., "WTF?", or to post comments to that effect themselves.
ATL's parent and Lat have really failed to consider how critical Lat's direct involvement and participation to this site really are. If articles like this are a fair representation of how things are going to be, there is going to be no ATL left for Lat to oversee, which would really be a shame because a lot of people really liked this site -- I know I did. It is not true that a page view is a page view is a page view. If the page views consist of people who are trying to say that the content is awful, there's only so long those page views will be coming.
This is really terrible. It is almost impossible to believe that anyone actually read this drivel from beginning to end. I have to believe that almost everyone who clicked did so either to see if everyone else had the same reaction, i.e., "WTF?", or to post comments to that effect themselves.
ATL's parent and Lat have really failed to consider how critical Lat's direct involvement and participation to this site really are. If articles like this are a fair representation of how things are going to be, there is going to be no ATL left for Lat to oversee, which would really be a shame because a lot of people really liked this site -- I know I did. It is not true that a page view is a page view is a page view. If the page views consist of people who are trying to say that the content is awful, there's only so long those page views will be coming.
From the depths of my despair, I am begging you to get rid of Hope Winters and, if you really need a brainless girly-girl bit, bring SEN back.
The intricate complexity of the sentence structure is breathtaking -- an angelic labyrinth sprinkled upon my 24 inch wide screen LCD monitor, an erector kit of sinuous verse, and an astute lesson in style.
Lat: Here's my pitch for a story to post -
A young female writer with no talent and even less brains gets her big break when she runs into a C-list blogger at the local Starbucks. In an effort to fend off the groupie, the blogger agrees to post some of her work without reading it ahead of time. Little did the blogger realize that the "writer" was actually an unemployed psycho with nothing better to do all day than watch Sex and the City from start to finish.
I call my story "Hope Fails."
What do you think?
ATL Violation #1: You never said Anna worked for an AmLaw100 Firm. Therefore, this entire post, while a bite from TMZ, lacks relevance. You have wasted the readership's time.
This is fucking terrible. And the tags are ridiculous. Romance and dating?! The last section was tagged with sexism. Really, WTF?!?!
There is nothing feminist or progressive about what your friend is doing. She's a whore who sells herself for fucking FOOD.
I come here for a law blog, not the stilted, non-dramatic doodlings of a delusional, old bat who tries to live the life of Carrie Bradshaw via her loser, whorish "friend."
The 'Sex and the City' comparisons here are really unfair to 'Sex and the City.' Each character on that show ultimately arcs toward personal happiness through emotional intimacy. Even the slutty old hag goes that route. The shoes and appletinis are ornamental.
Hope's Anna, on the other hand, is an unabashedly materialistic, histrionic t-word - a thoroughly unlikeable personage.
Hope reminds me of Simon Cowell (although not nearly as accurate as him) in the sense that everyone loves to hate her... Honestly, I enjoy seeing her terrible stories (which are truly pathetic) bc I know she's going to get bashed! It makes it more interesting and fun...just like when that idiot Ellie HAD to sneak in his political views on Sarah Palin last week in his story
Sarah Palin's retard baby tells better stories.
117 huffing shoe polish
Fat, balding, middle-aged guys in loveless marriages from my high school used to spend tons of money to date vapid, c*ck tease attention-whores all the time. It was no big deal.
121: That's a valid and interesting point. Even Miranda learns that years of casual sex bring merely fleeting and fruitless happiness.
(Though I don't think that hag develops. Her character seems impervious to anything but pleasure; she avoid emotional intimacy like an Egyptian farmer might avoid locusts.)
But SATC had an arc that we might see developed in future installments of Hope Winter's stories. I think it's premature to assume that the carousing will continue unabated.
For the record, I enjoyed these stories. I think they provoke good thoughts about being young and restless.
I HATE hope winters. I just hate her. I realize many of these posts say the same, but I can't stand this snarky, boring writer. She is just awful.
Why did this not end in a threesome? Am I the only one who feels the ending was a total let down and that I was led on?
Why is everyone so bothered by this arrangement? Men like women. Women like men, especially those who lavish attention on them. What harm is being done with a few dinners, Mojitos, and interactions?
I didn't realize that lawyers could be so puritanical. I sense jealousy because the attractive associates at your firm won't go anywhere near you. (And probably shouldn't. If they did, it could open a litigation nightmare.)
The clerk that got lost inside of Judge Halverson's cavernous mud hole could have written a better story.
After the joke that was ATL Idol I began to drift away from ATL. I checked it less often and it sucked more and more. Elie is a talentless sack. The Legal Eagle crap is so worthless it hurts. When the best part of your legal gossip blog is the LOL cats, things have devolved poorly.
And all of this was in addition to the sh*tstorm that was (and apparently still is) Hope Winters.
Hope, you might be one of the most pompous, clueless and talentless writers ever. Not only do you stink, but the real trajedy is that you seem to think that we are spiteful, undersexed morons who are so blind that we can't see the reality: that you are the next Candice Bushnell. You are not, and the sooner you come to grips with that truth, the better for you.
The finst thing I have read on ATL in the past several months was the 400+ comments on the Hope posts. Lat raked in the $$$ from the hits and we all had a good laugh. Win-win for all, and Hope Winters falls into ATL lore. Story over.
But you are back, for some reason. This time, however, comments aren't even that funny.
Your story is as bad as before, maybe even lamer. You hide behind a pseudonym, why? Because you are afraid of what your deplorable posts will do to your career? If you are this smarmy and anti-clever in person, I am sure that the ATL commenter vile need not reach you to negatively impact your career.
In sum, you stink. I guess I will leave ATL now and stick to WSJ Law Blog, where most ATL material is rehashed from anyway.
Good riddance, Hope Winters, whoever the hell you are. I hope someone shakes some sense into you about what a craptastic talentless waste of space you are, and that no one ever reads your drivel again.
This is Suck here. Please stop comparing me to Hope Winters. Thank you.