[durasell]

I may be wrong here, but tell me this isn't a new literary form: drunken bitter chick. You known the type, they sit down next to you in a bar (or sometimes a cross country flight) and the next thing you know, you're being treated to in-depth descriptions of every indignity or slight that she's ever sustained.

[backhoe]

I may be wrong here, but tell me this isn't a new literary form: ( the ) drunken bitter chick.

Excellent, and accurate, observation.

This bitter, sour, and egomaniacal woman sounds to me like one of the legions who get their ideas of what life should be like from movies, TV, and other imaginary vehicles. She needs to try real life. But that probably would clash with her preconceptions.

[shhrubbery!]

but tell me this isn't a new literary form: drunken bitter chick. You known the type

Sure do. Maureen Dowd's tipsy scribblings epitomize that genre.