I finally realized why: with the exception of the sex-for-money scenes (okay, all the sex scenes), this twenty-something's blog read a lot like my own eighth-grade diary.

I fought the urge to make prank phone calls and toilet-paper the house. In fact, it was the opposite: as I read, I started to feel gawky, uncomfortable. Highballs and low morals, detailed with evil glee and sophisticated immorality. What with the hubbub about the 26-year-old Cutler and her sexcapades, I decided a read-through would be in order, and I curled up the other day with the blog and a martini in a state of high anticipation. This cash-dispensing, anal sex-loving crew will presumably be fleshed out, so to speak, in The Washingtonienne's upcoming eponymous novel, for which she recently received a reported six-figure advance (from HyperionDisney, that avatar of family values).

Using her e-nom de plume, Cutler spent a few weeks earlier this year posting online commentary regarding her job, her shoes, and her liaisons with six Hill-dwelling dudes – er, Men of Power – ranging from MD ('Dude from the Senate office I interned at') to R ('aka 'Threesome Dude'') to F (married government chief of staff paying her for sex). And these marble hallways are such great places for meeting boys and showing off my outfits.' So begins The Washingtonienne, the short-lived blog of one Jessica Cutler, a young Capitol Hill staff assistant since dubbed the 'New-insky' for her chronicling of kinky sex among D.C.'s power elite. That is, I could not care less about gov or politics, but working for a Senator looks good on my resume.

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