I worked on the catering team for the Met Gala in 2008 and I was stunned to see celebrities smoking directly at the tables. Whenever I think of Scarlett Johansson I think of her puffing on a cigarette at an empty table in the center of the room with a ‘I dare you to tell me to quit’ look on her face

He has all the words. The best words. Big words. The biggest.

They’re fabulous and fancy free, those poodles of disposable income.

Reputable people cost money though. I’m sure one of the dudebros on staff had a half semester of event planning and that was good enough!

$$$$. His previous project was setting up a (redundant unnecessary) concierge card for trust fund babies, so I’m sure he also pulled out the “I know important people” card. And never, ever forget the confidence of a supremely mediocre white man born into money.

I started following this story yesterday, while collapsed in an exhausted heap after hosting one three-hour party for 160 people, with my business partner (she and I both former media execs, in our forties), a highly experienced production team, fully onboard musicians and entertainers, and a well-established catering…

Addendum: I really like the part where McFarland says he likes rap music “for some reason” as if a white guy liking rap music is a noteworthy anomaly. There’s definitely no subtext at all to some rich white 20-something techbro saying something like that.

I know, right? I haven’t relished in chaos like this in ages. Schadenfreude
 is fun, I guess

I cannot get enough of this Fyre Festival Failure. Its SO funny to me. Keep the updates coming!

Mock them all you want, these people convinced a bunch of investors to give them quite a bit of money for this useless piece of crap. Isn’t that the american dream?

Doug Evans, the company’s founder, would compare himself with Steve Jobs in his pursuit of juicing perfection. He declared that his juice press wields four tons of force—“enough to lift two Teslas,” he said.

I once worked with a very proper, diminutive lady in an older department store. Every day she worked, you could count on her taking a 15 minute nap on a ratty old sofa on the breakroom with a cloth napkin over her face. At exactly 15 minutes, she would sit back up, don her shoes and glasses and clock back in. Amazing…

I raised this at a staff meeting recently and was met with uncomfortable stares. I wasn’t suggesting we all start napping instead of working. I was just noting that sometimes the best use of one’s lunch hour or mid-morning break is a little shut eye, and that there’s no reason the company’s shouldn’t accommodate that.…

We all have nap rooms at work. Theyre called bathroom stalls.

At my first “real” job I had a cubicle and a bunch of huge data books that were 3-inch ring binders. I also had a huge pleather office chair. I used to set the binders up like I was reading them (lol they were just full of numbers), turn my chair so I was facing a corner and then fall asleep sitting up. No one ever…

I’m not one of those people reflexively against remakes or sequels of anything, but even I’m getting to the point of where I’d prefere to see more original tales.

I love Lin-Manuel Miranda. He has such joie de vivre. Plus, he’s super talented.

But I was informed that everyone should find someone who looks at them the way Lin-Manuel Miranda looks at everyone.

You know what’s crazy? That was a line from Aaron Burr in Hamilton...but it totally works for Trump too! And, the more I think about it, Burr and Trump have some other things in common. In the musical, Burr says that line to one of the Schuyler sisters, and she is disgusted by him. Hey, women are constantly disgusted…

“Jeeves! Fetch my tophat! I shall go out on the town tonight. Be sure the laptop keyboard is warmed upon my return.”