Remember that part in Mean Girls when Lindsay Lohan’s Cady Heron attempts to navigate the wilds of a high-school cafeteria, imagining it as a wild African savannah, complete with vicious beasts? Newly transplanted from Africa, Cady tries thinking in ethological terms when it’s time to relate to her new human classmates, adding a little anthropological twist to the high school-set comedy. Now imagine that idea expanded out to examine and explain a whole New York City neighborhood.

That’s exactly what author Wednesday Martin has done with her recently published memoir, Primates Of Park Avenue, which relates Martin’s experiences living in the privileged Upper East Side of Manhattan, told through an anthropological lens. (No, she’s not hanging out with monkeys or apes, she’s hanging out with other women, SHUDDER.)

The New York Post has, unsurprisingly, been all over the Primates beat, churning out articles about the supposed “wife bonus” that UES wives get each year and outing a bevy of inconsistences within some of Martin’s claims. (Issues with chronology proved to be so profound that the New York Times later reported that new editions of the book will come with accompanying notes.)

Martin has garnered plenty of attention for her book, and now it’s about to get even bigger: movie-screen big.

Variety reports that MGM has picked up the rights to Martin’s book and will adapt the “observational memoir” for the big screen. There’s no word on who will pen the adaptation or what kind of direction the feature will go in, but it seems likely that it will follow the same kind of path as Bravo’s new series, Odd Mom Out, which is similarly about a hip New York lady trying to adjust to a privileged lifestyle (and kind of failing to do so).

Martin’s book is fascinating and her experiences are jaw-dropping—a scene in which a total stranger whacks her with an expensive handbag in the middle of a city street is especially strange, and that it then inspires her to get a similar handbag is even more jarring—and while they’re more than a little hard to believe, they’ll probably be trashy fun to watch on the big screen. (Real talk: I live in the Yorkville section of the UES, and my experience is not at all like Martin’s, which probably doesn’t come as a huge surprise, but still, it’s extremely odd to read a book that name-checks tons of places you know, and then makes it sound like you’re at risk of a drive-by purse-whacking any time you go near them. No one has ever whacked me with a purse, but last summer, a creepy old guy did touch my upper arm in a lascivious manner while I was on the subway, so maybe I can write my own memoir about that?)

There’s no word on when MGM is looking to put out their Primates Of Park Avenue feature, but my new memoir, Creepy Old Guys Of The Subway, will be out in the coming weeks.