So let's be honest. No one comes up with better titles than NYT bestselling author Jen Lancaster. When we first came across Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-centered Smart-Ass, Or why you should never carry your Prada bag to the unemployment office a few years ago, the title stopped us in our tracks. Any book with that funny of a title just HAD to be good. And it didn't disappoint!
Now on her fifth memoir, Lancaster just keeps getting better and better! In her latest, My Fair Lazy: One Reality Television Addict's Attempt to Discover if not Being a Dumb Ass is the New Black, or a Culture-Up Manifesto, Jen attempts to achieve cultural enlightenment and gives us a front row seat to the hilarious missteps and genuine moments of inspiration she encounters along the way.
And we're as giddy as schoolgirls that she reached deep down for five things we didn't know about her. Liz is a huge fan, even going so far as to stand in line for over an hour at a Pretty in Plaid book signing and then shamelessly forced her to take the copy of I'll Have Who She's Having that she had brought for her. (Sorry about that Jen!) But it was worth it to meet her-she was just as fabulous in person as she is in her books.
We just gave away a copy of the fabulous My Fair Lazy last week as part of our Flip for Liz & Lisa giveaway. And guess what? We have two more copies for some lucky readers! Just leave a comment to be entered!
5 Things Liz & Lisa didn't know about...Jen Lancaster!
You guys want five things no one knows about me? Considering I make my living by writing about myself in books, on my website, though my syndicated column, and via Twitter, that’s a little harder than it sounds, but I’ll do my best.
Okay, first… I am Always Prepared. I’m prepared to the point of needing to capitalize the first letters of the words Always Prepared for I’m that prepared. I perpetually hurt my back and strain my shoulder because of the amount of preparations I’m always carting around in my handbag. Of course, I have the requisite chick-stuff in my bag… lipstick, compact, wallet, keys, sunglasses, pens, notepaper, business cards, dental floss, sunglasses, mints, gum, Kleenex, Kindle, iPhone, iTouch, hand sanitizer, dog treats, combination lock, four kinds of tampons, earplugs, a spare string of pearls in case I forget to wear them, and three different tubes of mascara depending on if I’m going for fullness, length, or curl. Yet it’s those extra items that make all the difference in terms of preparedness. For example, right now I’m not only carting around a gossamer-thin-matches-everything cashmere Burberry wrap but also a folding Benchmade combat knife. I mean, how many times have you found yourself chilly or in need of a sharp knife for stabbing? Well, not me, for I am Always Prepared.
Second, apparently my friends find my preparedness an endless source of amusement. I’m often tasked with emptying the contents of my purse at parties. And yet I’m the only one of them who can pack for seven days on the road with a single carry-on bag. I’m pretty sure that means I win.
Third, I missed the entire summer after my sophomore year of high school due to a particularly virulent case of mono. For two months, I did nothing but watch James Bond movies and read Danielle Steel books, thus beginning a lifelong love affair with smart-mouthed British dudes, well-timed explosions, and epic, cheesy romances. Should Hugh Grant ever make a movie where something blew up, I’m pretty sure my heart would fly out of my chest.
Fourth, despite having my last three books debut on the New York Times best seller list, I can’t quite shake the feeling that the success is fleeting. Ergo, I still have every outfit I used to wear while working as a temp. Should I suddenly need to take a letter, make a copy, or fetch some coffee, I’m all over it.
Last, I recently pre-ordered the entire set of Mad Men Barbies. (Seriously, how does any fan of the show not want these? I mean Don and Betty Draper AND Joan Holloway? Come on!) However, in order to be allowed to purchase the Roger Sterling doll – and everyone wants a lecherous old white-haired Barbie, yes? - I had to join the Barbie Fan Club. My official collector packet came via UPS. I had to sign for the big pink envelope and I’m fairly sure my UPS guy is still laughing at me. Mattel even sent me an official fan club membership card. I carry it in my purse for I am Always Prepared.
xoxo, Liz & Lisa