The ACA made it possible for the small, family owned biz, I help manage, obtain, and afford to cover 75-90%, health insurance for our employees, their children and any stay at home spouse.

Stylists and wardrobe people I know say she’s the stupidest person they’ve ever met, however very street smart and cunning. Her PR peeps keep her on lock down on magazine/beauty ad shoots and they also help her management coach her, a lot, before press junkets. The nicest person, I knew in the movie biz, was hoping to…

It’s probably a digital system where you can log-in remotely. We can check-in to our business (48 cameras interior & exterior) and at an elderly parents home (8 exterior) via our phones, pads and home computers. Very helpful for when a security alarm is set-off or you need to check on the biz. It’s not as CSI as we…

That was what it was like, for me, in the early 80s when I lived there, and throughout the 80s-mid 90s when I would travel for work. Consequently, I tended to hang (ahem and date) people who were a good 10+ years older than me.

I know a few people who say he’s a pleasure to work with (below the line & fashion folks).

From what I know of RDJ, from friends who’ve worked with him, I’m leaning on the side that it’s not him. I’m kinda guessing that he was being a big brother. Who knows, drugs change the fuck out of one’s brains & psyche, and let people do horrible things.

I just went check earlier today, to see if they were still around (they’re around and Gawker isn’t - oh the inhumanity) and yep they’re still at it.

Another thing that was LA specific, people would get very annoyed that I read for pleasure. Them - “What are you reading?” Me -“oh ____ by _____.” Them - “Is that for a part or class or something?” Me - “nope, just for fun.” Them - “Why don’t you read a magazine instead..... who are you trying to impress, nobody cares…

Ironically, the only job I’ve ever had where my bosses totally did not expect, or would have appreciated it if I did, sell my ass/soul was when I waitressed at a high class (cough cough) stripper joint in NYC (longest 3 months of my life). I’m sure it had everything to do with not losing their license not due to any…

Fuck I know this feeling.

That was a crazy time. When I would check-in with other people “um this _______ thing just happened to me (or someone else) isn’t this not cool/kosher...?” I would basically get shrugs, from just about everyone, that would say “well that’s show business, right, what do you expect?” I struggled, and succeeded to some…

He went in looking for a fight, he was an asshole from the get-go.

Not for this, ex, college dj.

I spent a bit of time in LA, in the early 80s, it was not uncommon for parents to push their children into the “laps” of grown fucking men. Ugh, the rumors I’ve heard. I had just turned 21, was trying to get into the biz via modeling, with the top modeling agency in LA at the time, and we had to go to parties given…

I also remembered this:

RDJ was rumored to have been responsible for an anonymous blog(?) that was leaking bits about pedophiles in Hollywood.

I can’t stand RDJ either, although I don’t believe it was him or Travolta.

Idaho, Montana?

I’ve got a great bottle to share with you, we can drown our dismay together.

He’s a stupid person. He was very very fortunate to have a very smart, hard working business partner, Robert Duffy.