I was interviewed today for "Moncrieff" in Ireland about Letters from Johns.
I got a copy of a magazine in the mail. Across the top of the cover, it says: "WHO THE F*** IS SUSANNAH BRESLIN?" (Good question, I considered.) Inside, the story features a photo of someone who is not me who is supposed to be me, a page that in very large font wonders: "WHO THE FUCK IS SUSANNAH BRESLIN?", and several letters in which various people illuminate me as an asshole. Um, thanks?
Monday guestblogging on Boing Boing is all about vaginablogs, stylestreaming, and narcocultura.
