E. Annie Proulx, writer of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel The Shipping News, has outed herself as a big fucking baby in Saturday’s Guardian. Proulx wrote a short story that was later adapted by Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana into a screeplay for some weird movie about gay cowboys, and she now feels that said gay cowboy movie was robbed of a well-deserved Oscar for Best Picture by some other movie called Crash. In a delightfully cheeky display of writerly wordplay, she refers to it as “Trash.” Get it? Yeah, it’s pretty good. What do you expect? She’s a Pulitzer Prize winner.

Anyway, her printed missive smacks of sour grapes and a lumbering dinosaur of a writer fading into irrelevance with all the style and grace of a frozen dog turd. In it, she proceeds to trash everyone from Philip Seymour Hoffman to Three Six Mafia*, a ballsy move considering the Triple 6 are some of the craziest thugged out dirty south gangsters (read: the ONLY ones) to ever grace the red carpet. Her reasons for trashing Hoffman? Check it out: