A Tate Carmichael novelNever given her due in the 00s at the peak of the reign of white girl socialites like Paris H., Tate Carmichael demands the spotlight beredirected back to her. And if trying to buy her way into the glow of the flashbulbs didn't do it, then maybe telling the truth aboutthat strange (yet simpler) time called the "aughts" will garner her rightful respek (a word she still uses sometimes thanks to themomentary slip-up of dating Ali G, who turned out, like so many people of the era, not to be a real person). So she presents to you, in this analog thing called
a book, her tale of being the original enfant terrible of tabloid and internet gossip...never lauded for her "badness" the way a certain other "actress" posing asa true member of the socialite sistren was (and is).