Author: Pamie
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reviews and book tour info
“…And when Pam writes about situations that might be traditionally wacky, she doesn’t turn away from the depth of how bad that sucks when it’s you. Another writer– a Chick Lit writer– might play the whole situation for superficial laughs, but not Pam. Don’t get me wrong, there’s laughter in the book, but it’s the…
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pre-wedding conversation with the yalies.
I went to a wedding this past weekend. The night before, I ended up in this conversation, which shows you my tolerance when it is assumed that girls suck.
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Self-Absorbed Like Bounty.
Maybe less than a year ago I was the kind of person who rolled her eyes as she passed the self-help aisle of the bookstore. They all seemed like the same: “Why Don’t I Feel Normal?”: A Guide To Helping You Feel Normal. Now I’m that girl grabbing those books. Reading them. Using a pen.…
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viewer mail shuts me up.
[readermail] Dear Pamie, But what about “condos“? thanks, Felisa [/readermail] Oh. Yeah. And just like that I thought about “Nachos.” Hmm.
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she’s in charge of rocking the other coast.
My life is the subway from Brooklyn, dodging pedestrians in midtown, and meeting my cohorts for free drinks at the bar that sometimes employs us when the magazine operating out of the office above it doesn’t. My wardrobe is H&M, second-hand, ebay-won, or just a simple Japanese t-shirt and jeans sprinkled with a rotating array…
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hey, look at that.
I never know how to approach the booksellers. I end up saying, “Hi, I wrote this. Do you want me to sign your stock?” It sounds so dumb when I say it, but I’m not sure what else to say. “Hi, I’ll write my name in each of these, because I really want you to…
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i speak good, y’all.
“But the stuff that’s going on isn’t much I haven’t talked about before.” What?! Seriously, I have to stop reading my own interviews. The Washington Post’s Express recently asked some questions about my book, my weight, and my jeans. I think I’m going to have to hire someone who listens to me give interviews so…
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dork alert.
“Most people call me Pam. But people who really like me call me Pamie. People who really love me call me sweetheart. My mom calls me Pamie. The internet calls me pamie. In official titles, I’m Pamela. Um… most people call me Pam.” Man. Why can’t I shut up? Jay Laird of EDGE Providence tries…
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take that, pamlea.
Noah Robischon of Entertainment Weekly has come up with the best new not-my-name. Check it out. (Be sure to watch the video for the full effect.) It’s the coolest ad for Dewey, so I couldn’t be more pleased.
