tell them a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

I'm posting this under the assumption that most of my readers have read "Go Ask Alice", if you haven't, this entry will probably make little sense to you.

I read it a couple years ago and to be honest, I didn't really like it. To me it seemed really unrealistic, the way she wrote. She wrote in a very formal matter, using little slang for someone apparently so "turned on".
I watched the movie this weekend and I wasn't very impressed. Again, unrealistic and it started (and ended) with a weak cover of Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit".
I was starting to suspect whether it had actually been written by some anonymous teen who had somehow had her identity very well kept secret (everyone now knows who the real "Sybil" was, but this chick's identity, despite being dead, was never revealed)
So I looked it up on Wikipedia (where would I be without Wikipedia?) and it turns out, it really wasn't written by a teenager! It was written by some middle-aged editor as a virtual public service announcement (which I found the movie felt like a two hour PSA). I feel very deceived, and I felt my readers should know too.

GO ASK ALICE IS BULLSHIT.
And not really very interesting in the first place.
Finding out its not true takes away the 'novelty', if you will, that kept me interested in the first place.

Want true-drug stories? Try sixtie's autobiographys...Grace Slick, Donovan, David Crosby, Phil Lesh, etc.
Not quite so dramatic but at least they weren't made up by some straight old lady in a warm office