People drop things on the Internet and run all the time. So we have to ask.
I was on the Rihanna plane and once yelled at Jon Caramanica at a house party. Please consider letting me edit the New York Times magazine.
— Julieanne Smolinski (@BoobsRadley) November 12, 2013
Julieanne! So what happened here?
I’m glad you asked. This tweet was fascinating, and I’m glad it didn’t go unheralded as “not interesting to anyone, at all.” Let me break it down for you, in three equally entertaining parts.
• I was on the Rihanna plane Rihanna is a Caribbean musician who likes to wear shirts [...]
I’d been in Paris less than twelve hours, arriving for a job interview, when I was invited to my first French dinner party. The job I wanted was at a Parisian advertising agency. My would-be boss, Pierre, said after the meeting that he had an older sister, Paulette, who’d invited me for dinner. Very charitable of her, I thought, but did she know I barely spoke French? I spent the afternoon drinking, worrying in a café on the Champs-Elysées—springtime in Paris, many happy lovers walking by, and I wished on them all gonorrhea. That night, Pierre and I took a cab to the 2nd arrondissement, and rode upstairs in a [...]
We had a great idea for a "group costume" you could do with some friends from work or the therapy group or whatever, but a quick yet exhaustive search on eBay shows there are no Halloween masks for Michele Bachmann, Rick Santorum, Ron Paul, Rick Perry, Herman Cain or the rest of them (the "other Mormon," Buddy somebody?). Other than the actual candidate, Mitt Romney, the only GOP Primary figure available in weird rubber mask format is Newt Gingrich. And his mask dates back to when he was Speaker of the House, in the 1990s, and people otherwise uninterested in politics were briefly fascinated by the [...]
It's tonight. The Holiday Awl Bawl. At Flaming Saddles. Which is 793 9th Avenue, 6 to 9 p.m. NEW YORK CITY. There will be nametags with tiny Awls on them. You will definitely meet great people with whom to have sexual intercourse. Be there or be dead inside. Oh and: This extremely gay bar is cash-only. As one does.
You are cordially invited to a holiday party.
Date: December 2, 2011. Time: 6-9 p.m. Location: Flaming Saddles, 793 9th Avenue, New York City. (AKA our favorite bar.) Dress: Any way you like. Questions? Just ask Jolie right here in the comments.
Los Angeles-based readers of The Hairpin are meeting up tonight at 7p.m., at Mohawk Bend. After a few beers they're going robbing. (In case of disaster or change in venue, your host will update you.) That neighborhood may or may not be "Echo Park."
I'm not sure I really even know what cosplay is, other than that lots of people do it, and not necessarily for sex, just for fun and coolness, but the other night I was watching The Switch, one of the best movies of 2010, despite its problematic insemination issues, and (no spoilers!) at one point there's a kid's birthday party and all the adults are dressed in pirate hats and you can't help but think: wouldn't it be sexy and fun to dress up as a pirate or a lion or something like that sometimes? It'd be like you were in an Adam Ant video all the time! [...]