Janet Eve Josselyn
One thing that diet pill manufacturers don’t want you to know is that reading chick-lit can make you look younger and thinner for a lot less money. With your nose buried in a good chick-lit book, you won’t be making any new wrinkles worrying about your narcissistic boss, your child’s pathetic math grade or the husband’s penchant for not flushing the toilet. And there is no need to be scared reading a litany of horrific descriptions of bodily functions that could cease if you indulge in the product.
Just read, and enjoy.
No need to call 9-1-1 because you are unable to breathe or speak. Like that would do any good anyway, if you are unable to breathe or speak. That is about as funny as the lawyers for the diet pill companies ever get.
Secondly, you can feel real, guilt-free joy when the fictional narcissistic boyfriend contracts something yucky after engaging in a frolic with a woman who is not his girlfriend. Not only is that wanton woman a real piece of (fictional) work, but we can afflict her with any nasty personal habit we want to at the drop of a hat if we are the author. And we can also remind the boyfriend about the consequences of behaving like a fictional bad boy. So much fun! Fictional stuff can’t run afoul of any state or federal laws, so the guilt-free joy really is anxiety-free and thus wrinkle-free.
Thirdly, reading chick-lit can make you look younger and thinner because if you are parked on the sofa or curled-up on the bed reading chick-lit, you are not exposing your skin to the harmful rays of the sun. No need to debate the merits of SPF 30 versus SPF 100. That’s a no-brainer.
Reading chick-lit is also satisfying and calorie-free (unless you dragged the giant bag of M&M’s that you bought from Costco (allegedly for the husband) to the sofa to enjoy as you read the chick-lit).
Lastly, if you are reading chick-lit, most likely you are not driving the husband’s car and ignoring the flashing oil light moments before seizing the engine which is very loud and smoky and stressful and expensive and pisses the husband off, causing stress and angst and wrinkles and other stuff that definitely ages a wife. Trust me on that one . . . . . !
“An uproarious romp through the minefield of female one-upmanship!”
Leaving her cheating husband in Boston with the paralegal he impregnated, Pippin Snowe and her son move to a ramshackle farmhouse that she inherited in the exclusive community of Dover, Massachusetts.
Pippin finds employment with a local architect, designing kitchen renovations for wealthy Dover women who treat her as they treat the rest of the hired help. Concluding that social climbing is just another sport that she is no good at, Pippin opens a country club for dogs that offers services that the Dover women didn’t know they wanted until they found out that admission was required and spaces were limited.
With irreverent wit, Thin Rich Bitches is a humorous chronicle of one woman’s quest to find her place within a community of people who are more blessed physically and financially, while learning valuable lessons about life, love, competition, and canine couture.
Janet Eve Josselyn graduated from Colby College, Harvard University Graduate School of Design, and Boston College Law School. She toiled for years as a litigator in Boston at a law firm that is no longer in business. Prior to her meteoric rise in the law, she worked as an architect in Boston, designing some pretty hideous buildings that have probably been torn down by now.
Ms. Josselyn has written numerous articles for publications in the US (including MORE Magazine) and in the UK (including People of Few Words). Janet and her husband and son currently reside in an unnamed suburb of Boston where she will be able to count her friends on one hand after the publication of this novel.