Truth and Fiction

Just watched the first two episodes of the second season of Secret Diary of a Call Girl with Billie Piper...and it definitely has it's good points, though I feel pretty ridiculous watching it. It has some pretty good humor, Callum Blue is in it now *undignified geek!sqee*, and...um...Billie Piper's boobs? Callum's character is introduced as random-charming-guy-that-doesn't-know-she's-a-prostitute, and they start dating. But one of his lines messed it up a bit for me: He says something like:

"Sisters: fuck 'em. Send her some flowers. Sisters love that shit, yeah.. florists saved my life a thousand times"

Now, in my brain, for no good reason, HE'S FITZ. Oddly, the Billie Piper character still isn't Rose.

On the more real side of the coin:

I've also been reading the wonderful blog Debauchette, which is written by a woman who was (or is? I'm uncertain on that point) a high-class escort. Her writing is candid, refreshing, and interesting. Also, she apparently shares many of my political views as well as my Meyer-Briggs personality type (INTP). She even made a post about watching Secret Diary a while ago and noted it as feeling both true and false to her.

I've picked some bits from her latest entries to get you an idea of her style,cut for space:

 

( From her recent entry about Sarah Palin... )

( One about scents associated with sex... )

( And about writing itself. )