I feel like, if you are going to write a fake memoir- fucking GO for it. Tell the world about how you trained with NASA for a manned Mars mission but had to leave the team after you injured yourself saving a baby from, like a radioactive alligator. You know, awesomely fake and not fake and racist

Oh cool I didn’t know all angels were bottle blondes.

Yeah, this whole thing was not well thought out. I think the memoir also includes the tasty tidbit that she married a lawyer in a specific year that, with the age she had recently been claiming to be, would have made her, like, 12 when she married. Did she not get the memo that if you’re trying to shave 8 years off of…

I really don't understand fake memoirs. If you're going to are something up, just write a fictional novel. It must be some kind of ego thing where you have to make everything about you. Plus, I guarantee she has told these stories so many times she actually now believes they are true.

Yeah, it’s not even about the incidence of sexual violence during war—it’s about what those darkies all secretly want to do pretty white women.

As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, the rebels would escort Ms Linton to the nearest airport while refusing her request to pose for a selfie.

I am curious as to why she thinks native Zambians think angels would have long blonde hair.

I thought it meant hair that played a harp.

When someone says angel hair I think of pasta.

Becky with the long angel hair?

“As the night ticked interminably by, I tried not to think what the rebels would do to the ‘skinny white muzungu with long angel hair’ if they found me.”

Linton is also dating Trump’s finance chair. Please, please don’t procreate.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to listen to affluent people say “I went to save children in Africa” or “India was so beautiful but the poverty was difficult to see, as a tourist”

As a Scot who loves Zambia, I’d like to point out I’ve never heard of Ms. Linton.

She obviously thought no one would notice.

Thanks. I didn’t need to sleep, tonight, anyway. Really. :)

So, noramally I don’t fully get controversies about inaccuracies in memoirs, because my understanding is that memoirs are supposed to be loose and factionalized retellings that capture the “mood” of real events, feature composite characters, made up situations that resemble real ones that occurred several times, etc.

Guarantee you 14-year-old Jackson (that’s what I named this kid in my head) has a face full of knockoff cheeto dust right now

What if they get clingy? Then you’ll have to be all: “Sorry, but I really only hooked up with you because of a ham sandwich vulva on Twitter.”

It merely represents promiscuity in comparison to the puritan ways of Jesus the way he intends it to be.