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So Nancy Balbirer tells a story about her own life that she finds interesting, not using anybody's real name, and not making any money off of it. I'm sorry, but anyone who is upset about that is an idiot. Who cares whether it's about Jennifer Aniston? Don't these people have lives to live? Are they so obsessed with Hollywood bullshit that they think the whole world revolves around some stupid movie star's perky nipples? Read a goddamn book, losers. And The Devil Wears Prada doesn't count.