The Reallll Gurrrl from Malibu amped up her "I'm Just Like You" schtick by heading to Brooklyn, New York to meet up with her book publicists. She got to see the only copy of her book before it was Fed Ex-ed to People Magazine. Who hasn't done that? Afterwards of course she hits the Williamsburg foodie scene, because, pickling vegetables is "where it's at."
We learn that she's super into live chickens, which a lesser journalist would use to make a cock joke.
I can see why people compare West Oakland's budding gentrification to Brooklyn. I live here, and there are rooftop gardens, chicken coops, and grassroots foodie co-ops. To date, we have not been infiltrated by Marina girl types like Haylie but give it time.
I'm obviously being a bit hard on her; I do like her show. I also don't dislike her, and if I saw her at a gastropub, frantically grasping her throat before a half eaten plate of vegan sweetbreads, I would give her the Heimlich. I just think she needs to rename her show. Foodie Floozy comes to mind, or The Other Duff.
Haylie heads to a "hot pickle production" and meets Seamus, "the most passionate pickle person I've ever met," she giggles.
Okay, second most passionate pickle person next to her. Again, in the hands of a lesser journalist... The place is declared "dope," just like the rooftop gardener she met, who was a "dope chick." And to think, Brooklyn was once associated with another kind of dope. Duff is the bridge to the 21st Century.
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