I hope with every bone in my body that years from now, when Weinstein’s emaciated ass lobbies for release from the prison he’s been disintegrating in, we will look at the new landscape of business and, with the voice of every CEO and producer whose sound ethics are subject to routine review, condemn him as a broken…

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

So when I was around 6 years old I slept with this old, mustard yellow blanket. And every night I would have a dream about a monster that would creep into my room, stop at the end of my bed, and eat the blanket. In the morning the blanket was gone, when I got home from school the blanket was back. This went on for…

Ok, I love this time of year, so forgive the new account, but I wanted to tell the story my grandmother told me. I can’t vouch for it completely, but she’s a very no-nonsense woman and I’ve never caught her in a lie (besides maybe how many martinis she’s had). Anyway, we’ll call her Betty. Betty grew up in Kansas in…

I guess, back then, Hefner didn't yet know that he wasn't supposed to show pussy in his photos.