Poor Laurie—the assistant to replace Nicole-from-Queens at Seventh House—is really being baptized by fire in Manhattan's PR world. First she had an encounter with Devora Rose, the EIC of a magazine that we don't read, and was all but told that her size-6 frame could benefit from a lack of food. (BTW, Devora Rose used to be a stripper. Social life, indeed!) Then Cunt Face made a bunch of mean-girl remarks about her Gucci shoes. How fucking unprofesh was that? Does she suddenly not have the balls to be mean to people's faces? We were left with the awesome cliffhanger of Laurie storming off to confront Cunt Face. Ooh! We can't wait! Anyway, we hope that Laurie doesn't become so depressed learning the ropes of that biz that she eventually hangs herself with them.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! Ugggg, my hatred for CuntFace knows no bounds after this episdode—not that it was necessarily starting to wan, but I think most everyone can agree that no amount of tricky editing can produce comments that spiteful and uncalled for in this situation. How bad did you feel for Bridget, who low and behold, actually showed a monkey's tail of a conscience by admitting that CF had gone too far in asking her to "talk to" Laurie??
There's simply no other context for mockery like that except that this woman is an insecure twat...Pleeeeeeease dig up more dirt on Mandy, Jezebel!! Awkward pics!! Salacious stories!! Let's take this bitch down!!