So, last night, I’m having drinks with a group of friends, right? I drink maybe, um, I don’t know … a shot Tequila and a few beers? I also shove 12 buffalo chicken wings in my mouth. So picture this … as I gnaw a greasy wing and smear sauce all over my chin, I chide a little cutie named Joe for buying me a drink. “COORS FUCKING LIGHT? You bought me a DOMESTIC beer?!” That, my friends, is class. Yes, bitches, true poshiness is: never having to say, “I’m an asshole.” (Joe, if you’re reading, THANK YOU for the beer and apologies for the assholery. Trust me; I’m much less of a diva than I seem.)
Anyway, so, during the night of unrestrained merrymaking, I Twitter like a goof, fantasize about being as pretty as Lynne d Johnson (blog)(photo), tell a guy I don’t date Americans, and let folks know that I respect vintage (though mistreated and misunderstood) temptresses like Dorothy Dandridge, Marilyn Monroe and Billie Holiday. “They were powerful in their own way.” I continue talking, “Ohhh! You know that line from RENT: ‘Every single day, I walk down the street I hear people say: baaaaby. So sweet! Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me … Boys, girls I can’t help it, baby.’ I LOVED that part. Man, I wanted to *BE* Maureen — you know, universal appeal and all. Idina Menzel nailed that roll.” My friends give me a look seems to say, “You’re an idiot.” My response? “Jessica Rabbit was kind of hot, too.” I think everyone who knows me jokingly worries about sanity.
Anyway, so, I’m quickly updating my blogs. Check out panties210 to find out why nothing says ‘I want you’ like a man with a mouth full of underwear. At my blog column at Nerve mag, read about my fucked up dating life in I Want You to Want Me.
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Photo credit: Image of Billie Holiday appears at ExplorePAHistory.com
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