I'm an adviser to John McCain's campaign. 1 Siri calls me “Funk Deity.” 2 Aside from lessons in pole dancing—another fad workout sweeping Southern California—this may be the least macho exercise of all time. 3
I am not a cat person. 4 My mother was one for many years. 5 I am a professor of Shakespeare, among other subjects, at UCLA, and this has never happened to me. 6
I am a sucker for the man-befriends-nonhuman-creature genre of sitcoms. 7 I have no complaints about how much I make. 8
When the New America Foundation moves its offices in D.C., next week, Foreign Policy will become our tenants, but [...]
I think I’d have gone mad.1 I’d probably be in prison or dead.2 I'd always look like someone out of Middle-earth.3
I’d be a lawyer.4 I’d be an event planner.5 I’d be a hypnotist, like Paul McKenna.6 I'd be a surgeon, like my dad.7
I would have been a journalist.8 I would have been a photographer.9
That a Muslim man, regardless of his fortune, must be in want of a nine-year-old virgin wife.1 That a single man in possession of a good fortune must be queer.2 That a Fallen Woman of good family must, soon or late, descend to whoredom.3 That a single girl in search of mysteries must occasionally be in want of a big damn knife.4
That strippers should not want to show preference for any individual customer— that all things being equal, all men behaving equally crudely, and all billfolds being equally sized, they should want to thrust their mounds underneath the noses of as many patrons as possible [...]
