Was Stef Willen nearly a Reality TV producer or is she just a fabulist who nearly got a book deal with Simon and Schuster

People have a short attention span nowadays. I do too so no judgement...So I'm just going to include an excerpt from this  http://alisablogq.blogspot.com/2018/01/in-publishing-there-is-fascinating.html below.


It's a very interesting piece about how the person victimized by a Stef Willen catches her nemesis in a series of lies that eventually leads to Stef Willen losing the book deal --  she got by involving herself in this nightmare. Do give it a read: http://alisablogq.blogspot.com/2017/07/dismissed-in-interests-of-justice.html

Here's the most damning excerpt imho from that longer post: I made a few minor changes.

This leads us to the dooziest doozy of them all.

Let's take a look at what Stef Willen says about her jobs in just the Mcsweeney's column. It was a 19 part column.And by all indications,Willen forgets the lies she's spouted just a few columns previous to the coming columns. In other words, she tells the reader something in column 9 and then completely forgets and makes up another version for column 19.

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/column-19-im-here


I spent two years, working on a popular reality show. I made my way up from a lowly Production Assistant to an Associate Producer, but I quit the day Deb from clearance started decorating the office window with Halloween decals a month in advance. It wasn’t the fact she was covering up our only natural light source with pumpkins that felt so suffocating, it was the sudden realization that there was no light at this job for me. I didn’t want to become a producer.

Note: So rose to associate producer but quit cause didn't want to be producer cause no light and a Deb getting on our fabulist's oops I mean heroine's nerves. Rather work as a loss specialist or as an assistant to Amy Alkon(who she despised.)????


Let us flash back to 10 columns before:


https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/column-9-the-balloon-bottom-epoch

Five years earlier, I was working on a popular reality show. 

Before the holiday break, the executive producer pulled me into his office and said to call him in January because he was moving to another show and wanted to bring me with him and make me a producer. I bragged about it to family and friends. I think I even bought a blazer. When I was back in Los Angeles, I called him but the line got all fuzzy when he answered.

“Hello? Hello?” He’d said. “HELL-O-O-O? Who is this?”

I told him it was me several times then hung up, and feeling nervous and embarrassed, waited a week before I rang him again. I called him from a laundromat because it seemed less scary to crowd the phone call with the sounds of strangers instead of the silence of my apartment and hope.

“Hi Todd, it’s me…”

“Hello? Who? I can’t hear you. Hello?”

The line crackled and got fuzzy, so I hung up and never called him again. I convinced myself he had changed his mind about me. But quite possibly the only reason I’m not a reality TV producer right now is because of bad phone reception. I think I’d hate being a reality producer, though. I’d rather have the freedom to document people’s lives as I see them instead of getting network notes to cut and paste their thoughts, splice their boring humanity with B roll footage of them doing something dramatic.

So now she didn't quit. Instead now it's that head honcho, Todd, noticed that same specialness that attracted that talent manager and agent.Wanted to make her a producer.  She naturally wanted it badly. Pursued it but in the 21st century she is met with epically bad phone reception???? First she hangs up on poor Todd. A week later is met by crackling phone lines and poor Todd wondering if she's some phony phone caller. Who is this? Who is this he plaintively wailed as she sat in a laundromat?

 Why not try a third call or just resort to e-mail is a good question to ask. Why no one caught the huge change of story is another good question since it was in the same column.