Nancy Balbirer reflects on her lackluster acting career in NYC and LA, crazed roommates, awful boyfriends, major and minor celebrities, outlawed diet drugs, and a plethora of bad decisions. Her tales of the 80s and 90s are seriously dated — many of the celebrities she dishes about are virtually unknown today — and never rise above a darkly simmering bitterness, just like a bad cup of coffee. Gossip about SNL and Seinfeld is especially boring, as the former is long past its prime and the latter floods the airwaves in anachronistic syndication. She’s aiming for “black humor” and “searingly honest,” but only produces bile and blame. And yes, I agree that “Jane” is Jennifer Aniston, which serves as yet another reminder that Balbirer lives in the past.