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To be fair (and I’m sure she’s said lots of other problematic things but just in this case) she is talking about fighting another person. And there ARE safety concerns when you agree to fight any person, whether it’s someone who is likely on steroids (Cyborg) or someone a lot bigger than you or with a more impressive…

You’re right. You and roughly 10 other internet slacktivists care desperately about this.

Goddammit. I have to pay better attention. ‘Cause I had one for this column, too.

Hi. I was the person who submitted that story. I mean, you’re not wrong that it would have been awesome of me to jump to the guy’s defense. I will mention (this detail was in my original submission, but C.A. Pinkman cut it — completely fairly, because I am always long-winded) that I was barely 18 and the guy getting…

You remind me of something that happened to me.

When I was in high school, some local, road-side hotel decided to convert their restaurant to a Chinese buffet. They called the high school to see if there were any “Chinese girls who would like a job.” Damn it. I was the only Chinese girl in the school, and actually, yeah, I wanted another job because college was…

21 years old, working the register at a bookstore that was known for dedicating lots of floor space to tables of discount books. An old guy came up to the register, cutting in line (though since he wasn’t buying, he just was there for a second, so no big deal) and put a small stack of books in front of my coworker and…

I live in LA and am in the industry, so I happen to meet celebrities pretty regularly. Most of them are very nice—although it really runs the gamut of just tolerating you polite to actually genuinely nice. Anna Kendrick? Polite. John Hamm? Genuinely nice. Rachel McAdams? Mostly polite yet weirdly complicated. There…

I was dating a celebrity- at the time he was only known by a certain age group- now he was on a big TV show and is much more famous. He cheated on me with Liv Tyler. She even came over and went somewhere with us, I loaned her my scarf -I sat between them in the car- while they basically talked to each other as if I…

Here’s one from a commenter, I’ve become friends with, who’s out of the country so I’m gonna repost on their behalf. This is from a “Tell Us Your Worst Celebrity Story”:

Yeah, he was nice to my cousin too. She encountered him in a Grocery store in the middle of the night in Florida in the late 90’s. He was buying cereal. She screamed and said “Oh my god, you’re Johnny Depp!” He smiled and said “Yep, sure am”. He then recommended a good breakfast cereal, said it was nice meeting her,…

None of you know crazy until Gary-f**king-Busey road rages you. Nope, not kidding:

A few years back my BFF and I were at a late night gig and went out to smoke cigarettes (GASP!). There was an absolute throng of people on the pavement and you had to elbow your way to a clear spot as much as you had to inside the venue. I saw a guy I kinda sorta recognised and was looking at him in that “how do i…

I have been fortunate over the years, as a result of chance encounters, my time in college, and various jobs, to have met numerous celebrities (including a now-former President twice in the month before his election, a A-list level superstar singer of whom I was and am a huge fan on my 21st birthday, and many actors,…

I’ve had a couple of celeb run-ins in SW CT but the worst (best?) run-in was definitely when John Mayer (hometown boy) and I got into it at a CVS at 1 in the morning. He kept talking about himself in the third person and pointing to his Bentley in the parking lot. I told him that I used to like him but now he sounded…

He definitely wasn’t a dick, but it is worth sharing:

OOH! I have one! I was staying with my friend at her boyfriend’s family’s house on Shelter Island one weekend. We were hanging out by the pool one night, and BILLY JOEL and a bunch of his friends jumped over the wall and invited themselves to swim. He was such an arrogant asshole, and was saying overtly sexual things…

Matt Dillon came up to me at the juke box in NYC’s Scrap Bar and said, “Put on Maggie May.” I replied, “Put in your own fucking quarter.”

Not so much of a dick story, but close enough.