Sex, Drugs, and Monoman
I’d have only sketchy memories of what I was doing when I was twenty without Facebook and Google. It was a long time ago, yes, but that’s not why I … Continue reading
Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars
I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend. I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the Four … Continue reading
When New Things Happen to Old People
I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading
I Was A Pixie Wife
Although it’s the 20th anniversary of the day I got married, I’m not celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss. I’m merely noting that 20 years ago this week, in … Continue reading
Expletives Not Deleted
It’s a trick. I’m not writing about being fucked, fucking off, or fucking assholes, except in retrospect: I didn’t post for three months because I left San Francisco, visited Boston, … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Mel! Love, Joel McHale
It’s my father’s birthday. Since I once again neglected to send an actual present, I once again asked my famous friend Joel to bail me out. My Dad loves Joel, … Continue reading
Cheerful and Uplifting Words About the Hardest Job in Rock and Roll
My father suggested that I write a cheerful and uplifting post. It was after I said I was writing about my experience at Outside Lands for my blog; it was … Continue reading
Fuck This Job Thing
I’ve made a decision. I’m not looking for a job anymore. I’m planning to join the ranks of the people that unemployment analysts refer to as “discouraged” just as soon … Continue reading
Mariah, the High Priestess of Late
Over the years I worked as a talent executive, I got used to artists being late. Puffy once kept our crew waiting for five hours, and Madonna was always way behind, … Continue reading
PS: You’re an Idiot
I’m writing out of spite. I’m demonstrating exactly the juvenescence that I was accused of yesterday, when, in an impromptu exit interview, my former housemate Bette told me I was … Continue reading
Victoria (Like the Kinks Song)
“I need to get home,” Victoria said. “I have a long day of staring at the walls ahead of me.” “Me too,” I said. “Those walls aren’t going to … Continue reading
The Atlanta Incident, or Oasis and Me
If you could make your way through Oasis’ Manchester accents and sort out what they were saying, you’d sort out that at least 50% of the time what they were … Continue reading
Fucked: A Cautionary Tale
I’m horrified. I woke up this morning truly knowing that the best part of my life is behind me, and that, in the worst possible way, it’s all downhill from … Continue reading
