A review by allidone
The Miranda Obsession by Jen Silverman

4.0

So, apparently this was an actual thing that happened in the 80s. We'd call it cat fishing now, and it's a super common thing, common enough to have a pithy little name and a show on MTV.
Honestly, I would feel bad for the men, but the only one I feel even a little sympathy for is Richard Perry, I'm not sure who he is (in real life, but he was played by Milo Ventimiglia in the audio) but I genuinely felt bad for him. Out of all the people she spoke to, she did him dirty. He was in love with her, but it's also on him that he was so disappointed that she was not this young, beautiful blonde. Was the idea of what she looked like so potent that he couldn't see past it? Or did the reality of all her lies and mis-truths and deceptions only really hit him when he realized that he didn't really know anything about her, including what she looked like? She could say that it was 'mostly all true' and in theory he could undestand that, but until he was faced with the physical proof of her out right lies he couldn't really comprehend it. I choose to believe that. I did read the Vanity Fair article this is based off of and it sounds like she and Perry suffered through another meeting the next day where he expressed how disappointed he was because he felt like he had been lied to and duped. I'm choosing not to read into that as "because I wanted a 22 year old blonde that could be a model" and more as "now that I see you , I see all the lies".
"She gave good phone" is such an old and dated concept. I remember saying it in the 90s when I was in high school "I give good phone" because, as a high school girl, you want to be great on the phone. Most of your after school life was spent on the phone and it was important.
The article in Vanity Fair came out in 1999 (and lists quite a few more names) and mentions the internet only briefly. Online dating hadn't become a thing but chatrooms most definitely were. I remember being in the old chatrooms. You'd log on and the first thing you were asked was A/S/L and... you'd lie. You were always older and somewhere else. It was funny and, at least for my friends and I, when it started getting heavy or heated or 'dirrty' in any way we'd log off and hope we never got stuck in another chat with them again. It was a group thing that we all stood around the computer and giggled and put in our own little additions into the 'storyline' of the chat. As far as I know, we never spoke with anyone famous. It was the wild west of the internet, when there were no rules and stuff like what happens in this book was easier to pull off. I wonder if, somewhere, chatrooms still exist. Like you can still log on with AOL or hotmail and enter a chat. Change your font to cyan or magenta comic sans and just go for it... put an APB out on ASL and see what happens....