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...To wonder, first, why I started reading it, and second, why I read to the end, and third, why I am now commenting on it.
Basically, to make sure I'm getting this, we're instructed to admire her for her most likely unconscious "perspective," despite the fact that she's a turbo bitch? Should I hope that my own daughter, roughly Kristin's age, is able to shit on everyone around her and celebrate her personal cruelty, but, hey, not sweat the small stuff?
Sounds, uh, great.