White Chick of the Week: Julie Benz

Happy Friday WWCC readers!

I have to say a mega-Thank You to all, as WWCC has had back to back days this week with over 1,100 visits. Insane!

And welcome to a brand new feature of the blog, as WWCC tries to give back to the fabulous white chicks that have selflessly given us all so much. Once a week, we'll be spotlighting a reader with a brief bio and Q&A session called White Chick of the Week.

So without further ado, meet WWCC's inaugural White Chick of the Week (WCOTW): Julie Benz.

I met Julie about two years ago through a mutual friend here in Atlanta and I knew instantly she was a tip-top white chick. She's hilariously witty and sublimely sassy. Julie regrettably just moved to California and is sorely missed here in the ATL, but she's been a huge WWCC advocate since day one—she helped me come up with the name of the blog, she's vetted ideas for blog topics and she escorted me to assist in research for the Boutique Cupcake post. She's also a fantastically snarky writer in her own right. And you can read about her trials, tribulations and triumphant victories (Julie wins shit) over her least favorite food group in her awesome blog: Julie Versus Vegetables.

(Julie is the blond in the photo by the way).

Bio:

Name: Julie "Dime Store Bag of Hooker" Benz

Age: Still young enough to live fast, die young and leave a pretty corpse.

College: The fancy liberal arts kind that made me the cheeky bullshitter my parents are so proud of.

College Major: Cheeky bullshitting.

Occupation: Cheeky bullshit.

Hometown: The woods.

A quick interesting fact about Julie: Everything about me is interesting.

The Things Julie Cherishes Most:

Chick-fil-A Combo Meal: #1 with a sweet tea (in the a.m. and p.m.)
Non-threatening Singer-songwriter: Jeff Tweedy from Wilco
Brand of Ridiculously Expensive Blue Jeans: Seven
Boutique Cupcake Flavor: Red Velvet
White chick-flick: "Girls Just Want to Have Fun"
Adult beverage of choice: Jagermeister

WCOTW Q&A:

When did you first realize you were a white chick? I first realized I was a white chick when my drawer-full of ratty old Umbros magically replaced itself with an impressive collection of gym short lookalikes with words on the ass promoting sports teams I don't care about and schools I didn't go to. However, I feel sure I looked hot all those times I pretended to work out in them. The one time, I mean.

If you could appear on any reality TV show which one would you choose and why? "16 and Pregnant." Ha! Just kidding. For real though, "19 Kids and Counting." Have you seen that show? They have like 10 front loading washing machines. If there is one thing I love it's a front loading washing machine. And they have 10 of them. Or "Celebrity Rehab." I think I have what it takes to get kicked off that island.

Has there been a WWCC post you disagree with? Please discuss. Um, some of us who work in PR were actually born to crack wise but have not been able to make a living at cheeky bullshit (because of that part where we really haven't tried) and are instead forced to pay the bills by going to to a dizzying array of "networking" events where they serve rubbery chicken and free booze. It's a very hard life.

Tell WWCC something about you that is very un-white chick: I peed in my best friend's back yard last week. Twice.


Do you or someone you know want to be the next White Chick of the Week? WWCC needs volunteers to help keep WCTOW going. So drop me a line at mark.pantsari@gmail.com and we'll make it happen.

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