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For Stadtmiller, to be a slut is, by definition, to play a slut: to act out a character in order to attract attention and love. A sexual-assault survivor—at fifteen, she was raped by a distant relative—Stadtmiller learned early on how to turn her vulnerability into what she assured herself was a strength. I did that. That was me. And I liked it. All of these figures openly expressed sexual desire and agency as part of a trajectory toward freedom, but their unrepentant sexuality also often contained something like its opposite—a need for love, the possibility of an emotional unravelling, and, always, the potential for reform.
Skip navigation! Before delving into our discussion about her new memoir, Unwifeable , the first thing Mandy Stadtmiller tells me is that I need to download the voice recorder app she swears by. Journalistic advice is a fitting start to our conversation, because while Stadtmiller's memoir, out April 3, is ostensibly a book about the intersection of addiction and dating, it's also a book about a woman willing to follow her journalistic ambition to all the strange places it takes her — like sex clubs and a meeting with a Las Vegas gigolo. Newly divorced, Stadtmiller finds the world of dating as boundless as the world of journalism. She establishes herself as a household name as the Post 's sex and dating columnist , blogging about her relationships with men like the bland, excruciatingly preppy "Blaine" in installments. In Unwifeable , Stadtmiller bares the truth of what was happening behind all those columns — uncomfortable encounters with stars, a dark struggle with addiction, and persistent acts of self-destruction.
The first time The Observer met Mandy Stadtmiller at her Chelsea studio, the contents of her trash were strewn all over the floor. While Ms. Before we could examine the contents of the mess, Ms.