Bettie Page died tonight, and I’m already dreading all the crap in the blogosphere about how much of an inspiration she was.
I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
I wrote this. You didn't.
What’s your beef with Bettie Page?
No beef with Bettie. I’m just tired of all the hipsters’ tears.