Beauth is Trudy. Trudy Beauth.

Not really sure why I brought her into it. But hey, you simply must buy a copy of this book, and one for each of your underlings, non-degreed sex slaves and household pets! Andrew Keen is a keen observer. And a nifty guide to upper-class persnicketyness. Is your blog getting a bit stale with just hip-hop vids and random tit-shots? Well, here's your chance to second the opinions of your betters. Go for it!

There are no reviews on Amazon just yet, but I leaped at the chance to be first up. I hope they approve what I just submitted, as I think it represents a considered opinion from a loyal-opposition perspective. Well, sorta loyal. However, as we all know, life is not fair and the Man is ever vigilant in the defense of compliant and ne-plus-ultra-pliant vanilla civility (thnx and a tip-o-the-hat to Tim O'Reilly), so maybe my review will get spiked. If so, fuck you. But I did grab a screen shot before hitting the SAVE button. I don't want my tiny bit of dissenting efluvia to be lost amidst all the intelligent and well-reasoned conversation that is sure (as shit) to ensue.

So here ya go...