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Yesterday, a wise PR agency had contacted me with an offer to attend a press conference this morning for sisters-in-pop Hilary and Haylie Duff, who were going to discuss their very first ad campaign together. (What this campaign is for was mysteriously not included in the press release, but who cares? Celebrities! Tweens! Lip gloss!) While normally I wouldn t leave the house for a junket-style circle jerk, this one was special: I was being offered the opportunity to actually interview the Duff sisters for a few moments. I was so excited that I didn t even need my morning crystal to get out of bed.

Then, like a cherry bomb in the toilet of my heart, I got the call.

The PR agency had miscalculated their numbers and, as such, the girls were overbooked for interviews. I was welcome to attend the press conference (10:30, Milk Studios, knock yourselves out), but I would not be granted that valuable face-time with the sisters Duff. Heartbreaking! And I had so many questions to ask them: What was it like hosting SNL together? Are they embarrassed about their dad opening that smoothie shop in Malibu? Why did Haylie dye her hair black before she released her first album? Was Hilary angry at the press for intruding on her time at the Cirque Lodge? How did the sex tape affect family dynamics? Are they enjoying their time in New Orleans? And how did that humanitarian trip to Banda Aceh change their lives?

This may be the biggest letdown of my young life, but the real loser in all of this is Lady Truth, whose cries will go unanswered for yet another day.