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I only like weird, minor celebrity sitings, so this is a A+ from me! Emily Yoffe was great and definitely better at parenting/family questions than Daniel Ortberg. However, I enjoy that it lead us to getting the “Care and Feeding” spinoff and Daniel is hilarious. 

Totally normal, but like, Hot Normal. 

He was hotter in person. And he sat by himself and read the New York Times. I was s-m-i-t-t-e-n.

I just looked up his net worth and it’s a surprising $75M! But I would’ve had to put a paper bag over his face and his personality, so I’m comfortable with my decision. I was never destined to be Mrs. Top.

I work in politics, so I’ve been fortunate to have the opportunity to meet and take photos with Hillary Clinton, Joe Biden, Barack and Michelle Obama, John Kerry, Sonia Sotomayor, David Cameron, and the former president of the EU, and many (lesser) others (;)).

I can’t tell any of my best stories because they’re doxxing. Here’s one of the worst.

I am partly responsible for that. He came into my shop in Toronto once to get his bike fixed (I fixed it). Funny thing is, nobody recognized him until we asked his name for the repair tag and we were like “the” David Byrne?

When I was in college, I went to church with Andie McDowell.  I got to hold her baby once when she was making her coffee.  She is exactly that georgous in real life, very since and also a person who will say yes to any charity fundraiser you ask her to do.  

This comment for the GoddessofT ONLY, scroll by, the rest of you!

Jeez, I’m bad at this game too. I also forgot that I high-fived Shaq while my ex worked security for the Cavs.

When I lived in San Francisco my husband and I would go see movies pretty regularly, and we ran into Robin Williams multiple times. The first time, he went in the bathroom and used the urinal next to my husband (no small talk) and we then watched him go into his own movie shortly after it started (I think it may have

My dad+step-mom ran into Elijah Wood while on vacation in Napa Valley. Neither of them had any idea who he was, but my step-mom immediately texted us all which lead to my step-sister having to explain what a hobbit/Lord of the Rings is. Apparently he is a “very ice, well-mannered young man”.

My fucking dad is so bad at celebrity sightings. I was walking with him to my brother’s graduation ceremony, talking away about something, clearly not paying attention to people walking by. At some point my dad interrupts to say “that was Dustin Hoffman who walked by just now.” Daaaaad, you have to signal a celebrity

It was Friday night and I was pretty drunk in a bar, when a handsome man tried to walk past me. I raised my glass to him and said jokingly: hey, James Bond! He stopped, looked me up and down, walked on and I realized yes, indeed, it was James Bond (Pierce Brosnan).

Waiting to be seated at a restaurant, a member of our party said “don’t look, but the guy behind you is from Dawson’s Creek.” So I OBVIOUSLY did a perfectly obvious 180 and it was Pacey and I WAS NOT CHILL. I hyperventilated at him for a bit, then sat down with the rest of my party. I have never ever been invited to

I read Dear Prudence over on Slate, and a couple of years ago I was in a museum in Toronto and brushed past PRUDENCE (the one from before, not the current one.)  I didn’t say anything but was kind of impressed/ashamed that I instantly recognized her from her photo on Slate.

I have nearly been run over by David Byrne on a bicycle at least 5 times, once while I was directing pedestrian traffic on the west side highway for a food festival thus leading me to shake my fist and mutter his name angrily at him as he passed.

I know this. I was asked to switch seats with a woman and her dog because the woman originally next to the dog was allergic. The woman and dog were travelling alone (as was I). The allergic woman was traveling with her husband. I sat in the woman and dogs seat for a hot second and then they bumped me up to economy

you’re pretty much screwed. cats send me to the hospital and i have been told that if i didn’t want to sit near a cat, i would need to rebook on my own dime (American Airlines). 

I’ve actually wondered about this quite a bit — my mother is so allergic to cats that she can actually get a reaction from being in a home where the previous tenants once had cats. Cat + recycled air = a very sick mama bear. Not life threatening, but not negligible.