Exactly. Every time I hear conservatives talk about family values and how mothers historically stayed home I want to shout BULLSHIT. Poor women have always worked. Not even poor, just not filthy rich. The image of “tradition” people have in their minds is historically incorrect.

And none of this should be a surprise to anybody who’s read the literature of the Western world from the past 150 years. There has NEVER been a majority of non working woman households. That has always been reserved for a cultural elite. Who the elite was and the rites and codes for entering that class has morphed…

The whole “tearing the fabric apart” thing drives me nuts. One, for all the sexist garbage this implies. Two, though, because it acts like women wanting freedom to leave the house is the only reason why one parent doesn’t stay at home, ruining society’s pretty things. Society should never have depended on this…

Two things:

Outstanding. I bet that still plagues Kanye’s nightmares. You are my hero.

No Harrison Ford is a prick. I stole bread from his breadbasket on my way out of a restaurant on purpose. He fucking deserved it.

I have two: One happened to me and was horrifying, one happened to a friend and is hilarious.

I shall now take every opportunity to introduce “WHY YOU COMIN’ AT ME WIT DEM PORK ASS HANDS?” into my vernacular. My people don’t even know what’s coming.

you are my favourite person

I used to work for the tabloids, so it’s not a question of if I have a story, but which one I tell the Jezzies.
There was the time Dave Navaro refused to be interviewed unless I gave him a blow-job. He had just married Carmen Electra.
There was the time on a red carpet that a very drunk Gary Busey asked me how, a…

I already posted this the last time this guy was mentioned here, but here it is again. (And he wasn’t SUCH a dick, but it’s the best I got.)

my parents were craft service on that show “Method and Red” on FOX. As like a 16 year old (I’m 27 now), I would frequently come and work doing craft service shit for them unofficially, and unpaid on whatever show they were working on. I did it as a favor to them, but also I was coming out to see friends in LA that I…

made a burner account cos i had to tell this story:

a couple of years ago, a friend and i were WASTED at a bar for some coworker of hers’ birthday party. i didn’t know the person whose party it was (like i said, we were hammered), but we did manage to enough to notice kanye west and jay z among the attendees. the…

Sherman Alexie is a mensch. My dad (seventy-something years old) just discovered his work and is madly in love with it. So when Alexie did a signing last year at my local indie bookstore, I got him to sign a copy of his new short story collection. I explained it was for my dad who was going through his “Alexie phase”:…

i was with my family seeing west side story on broadway, and tom and rita hanks and their kids (?) sat next to us. a league of their own is my absolute favorite movie, and i was flipping a shit. my dad leaned over and said, “excuse me mr hanks, a league of their own is my daughter’s absolute favorite movie and it’s…

When I was in j-school, I covered a screening of To Kill a Mockingbird at my college that was introduced by Mary Badham, who played Scout. I recorded her remarks and took notes, and I’d been in the front row for sound-quality purposes. As soon as she was done talking, she came over to me and berated me for recording…

One time I was flying from JFK to SFO, with a layover in Phoenix and saw Flavor Flav waiting at our gate. We went over and talked to him, he showed us the bag of clocks he keeps in Target bags with the rest of his Target bag luggage, and took a photo with us. He sat behind us on the plane (in coach) and yelled…

Sherman Alexie calls me a thief every time I meet him. The first time because he noticed when he was autographing my book there was a different name in it. I explained my professor was kind enough to give me her copy of his book because she knew I liked him. He still called me a thief. The second time because I…

November 4, 1996 (I think. - might have been 1994)

I can’t decide whether the best/worst thing about this is the quasi-antebellum costumery, or the “TO : CHANNE (sic) 6” on the back of the photo.