The last time I saw Sloane Crosley, author of the new collection of essays I WAS TOLD THERE’D BE CAKE, was in the halls of White Plains High School during our senior year. We shared many classes together throughout our middle and high school years, and though I was never very close with her or anything, I am proud to see a fellow WPHS class of 1996er’s new book on the shelves.
Recently, like a year or so ago, one of my close childhood buddies saw Sloane at a dinner party, and came back ranting and raving about her, talking about how fly she looked and particularly how sick her butt was. Slowly but surely, a buzz started spreading through White Plains and suddenly, out of nowhere, Sloane Crosley was the talk of the town. My dudes started gabbing about how they couldn’t wait to see her and spit game at her, and gentleman’s bets were made as to who would smash first. Me, I kept quiet, as I always do. But still I was shocked. Sloane was always a cute girl, but it wasn’t like cats were geeking over her butt between periods back in the day. Turns out my boy wasn’t the only one who noticed her “phat ass”. Check out the link to her essay below…
Now, HBO has optioned the rights to I WAS TOLD THERE’D BE CAKE, which means more cake for Crosley! She will supposedly play a big part in writing the adaption, which will be “more of a Larry David vibe than a ‘Sex and the City’ vibe.” Good, because Westcheddar loves Larry David. Though I did see the new SEX AND THE CITY movie, and it was pretty good. A total chick flick, but pretty good. And her work has been compared to famous comedic author David Sedaris too, which is quite impressive. Congrats to Crosley, you (and your butt!) got big.
Westcheddar 
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