The banal landscape of Lewinsky's psyche is on full display here, filed under Conspicuous Consumption ("I must admit it--I am a compulsive shopper"), Poetry ("One time I wrote a really stupid poem"), and Intellectual Pursuits ("Ohh how I long for the time when we can just spend a day together...starting w/ coffee at Starbucks...shopping...lunch at somewhere yummy...maybe a movie...more shopping...and then getting drunk on margaritas!!! Whooo-hoooo!").
The words of the self-proclaimed "married man magnet" occasionally carry an ironic barb, as when she speaks of Literature: "(Walt) Whitman is so rich that one must read him like one tastes a fine wine or good cigar--take it in, roll it in your mouth, and savor it." -- PitchWeekly