This was exactly what I needed to perk me up on a gray morning, or at least have a good laugh thanks for Jessa Crispin's deadpan observations at 
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bookslut:Courtney Love, uh, made a book. "Wrote" is the wrong word. It's sort of like sneaking a look at someone's really f*cked up diary. It's called Dirty Blonde, and it made me pull out my copy of Pretty on the Inside again. Salon sort of reviews the book, sort of just tries to justify Love's existence. It seemed a bit unnecessary until I started reading the comments. People compare Courtney Love to Hitler in those comments. (I wonder if the same people commenting are the same people using Salon's dating service. That would explain some things.)
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So she didn't get in to the MMC... Just imagine - she could have turned out as well-rounded and emotionally balanced as Brittney Spears and Christina Aguillera...
Love probably auditioned for "The New Mickey Mouse Club", which ran only in 1977 and was probably a different animal from the 1989-1995 "MMC" that Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera were on.
I nearly peed myself laughing when I was channel surfing one night and caught part of an episode of "Child Star Confidential" where one of the "MMC" alumni described himself as the Mouseketeer that didn't make it big after the show and plugged his pizza parlor.