Among local journalists, no one had the blogosphere reaching for their sarcasm tags like the Washington Post’s Laura Sessions Stepp. You may remember the apex of her collected letters from last May, when the Style Section editor condemned numerous column inches to death by publishing her infamous “wingman” article. The article, deemed by Rusty at Why.I.Hate.DC to be “The Most Asinine Article” ever, casts Stepp as an odd amalgam of The Glass Menagerie’s Amanda Wingfield and Heinlein’s Valentine Michael Smith–a sort of hyper-prudish, endlessly fascinated alien being struggling to grok Earthly mating practices that the rest of us pinks figured out two decades ago. A brief perusal of her past works confirms her presence on our planet since at least 1999.

One might wonder, after reading the “Wingman” article, “What, pray tell is Stepp going to do to occupy her time between now and her forthcoming pieces?”–such as her 2008 article on Rohypnol, her 2012 article on “toothing”, and the Pulitzer-ready 2015 series: “MySpace May Be Awash in Pedophiles: Can Anything Be Done?” The answer: she’s writing a book.

Sweet sassy molassey, she’s writing a BOOK.