I didn't expect you to care in response to the page that I wrote about you. I know that, like everyone else, you are comfortable continuing to sexually harass and otherwise be abusive about me as if 2017 and the Me Too era had never occurred. You definitely don't want my empathy; who the hell am I, the industry's designated pariah until the end of the world, to try to have an alternate perspective about you?
It's also true that I couldn't be more tired of your monumentally fake and deceitful ex-wife and her band of monumentally fake and deceitful friends sucking up the limelight for every trend that they think could make them richer and more powerful than they already are. I don't know if that makes you feel better; I didn't write that page about you out of charity.
By the way, this movie is stupid and not empowering to women:
I have never known a lawyer who dressed that way or acted the way that the character of Elle Woods does, and there are many good reasons that I haven't.
Ms. Witherspoon has not had a successful career because she has spent it challenging stereotypes. There's a word for women who have categorically refused to tolerate stereotypes in the entertainment industry: poor.
I'll never date you. I'm not asking for you to start hitting on me at your social media or through other mediums. However, if you're going to continue your convincing imitation of a wreck whose life is going nowhere, while also publishing gross Tweets about me to maintain your status in the We All Hate Lena Club, I might have something to say about it every so often.
