Dear Denise, *
Phew! Three eps down and shit is still feelin' real complicated up in here!
For example, here's a complicated question that I'm guessing we all struggled with during Sunday night's show-tactular: if you're trying to reinvent your image from that of a hooker skeez-bot into a sweet, brownie baking, pig-ownin' mom next door, why the fuck did you need to hear a "NO" from 17 different people (ranging from your father to your airbrush spray tan artist) regarding the fact that you should not be photographed spread eagled, with a staple in your snatch across the pages of Playboy?
Wait, here's another realll complicated joint, DeRich: why the h-e-double hockey sticks are you parading around your poor, widowed father in his freakin tighty whities, gettin his ass spray tanned, waxing his man parts and basically making him look like more of a wanker than he already looks like for simply just being your dad?
And, why, why, oh why, did you dress up like Cynthia' Nixon's
boy girlfriend at a 7th grade dance for that ridiculously staged, and painfully unfruitful meet and greet with producer Joel Silver? I mean, are you trying to make things MORE COMPLICATED than they already are??
Whew, is everyone still with me? Anyone need a minute to deconstruct all of those persnickity multi-layered complications?
Finally, just because you asked, you should be aware of the following:
- Doing the cover of Shape only made you seem about 3% less S-L-U-T-T-Y in the consciousness of the public at large
- Yes, we all still very much think of you as a W-H-O-R-E even though you didn't do Playboy
- Spelling skanky words is F-U-N!
- Sadly, your kids are doomed