Is a puppy. Is a sad, abused puppy. No one loves the puppy. No one feeds the puppy.
The Koch Brothers are basically comic-book villains:
Out of the blue in the fall of 2010, a blogger asked Jane Mayer, a writer with The New Yorker, how she felt about the private investigator who was digging into her background. Ms. Mayer thought the idea was a joke, she said this week. At a Christmas party a few months later, she ran into a former reporter who had been asked about helping with an investigation into another reporter on behalf of two conservative billionaires.
“The reporter had written a story they disliked,” Ms. Mayer recounts in “Dark Money: The Hidden History of the Billionaires Behind the Rise of the Radical Right,” out this month from Doubleday. Her acquaintance told her, “‘It occurred to me afterward that the reporter they wanted to investigate might be you.’”
I picked up the February 2016 Town & Country with Ivanka Trump on the cover, and I would now like to share my favourite parts with you:
This hideous necklace that probably costs the same as your student loans:
Jay McInerney as an “undercover sommelier” in Sag Harbor:
Which obviously made me think of:
This paragraph:
I feel negged by this gin ad:
THAT IS A BAD IDEA, GUYS:
A look back at Grease (also, lots of stuff on Allan Carr, with whom I am OBSESSED):
There were so many reasons Grease should not have worked, so many times one decision made in the other direction could have blown apart the entire production like a house of cards. But Grease had Carr—“he was like Uncle Allan,” Didi Conn, who played beauty-school dropout Frenchy, says today—and, in the end, that’s what transformed it from fluffy hokum into a celluloid icon. Its stage version still pops up at high schools every year and is now being reimagined as a live, one-night-only television event on Fox, airing January 31. “Without Allan being the showman, we wouldn’t have been able to pull it off,” says John Travolta, who carried the film as good-hearted bad boy Danny Zuko. “He was the Barnum & Bailey of it all.”
“Allan would come in standing on the dolly cart in his caftan, with his arms outstretched like Moses, and he would say, ‘Children, children, gather round,’ and then give us the reports on the dailies and how they were being received,” recalls Dinah Manoff, who played Marty, one of the Pink Ladies, in the movie. “There was nobody like him. He was really the star of Grease.”
ALSO:
Production was halted after Kleiser caught an infection in his foot from the filthy water of the Los Angeles River during the drag-racing Thunder Road shoot. He was resting in his trailer when Travolta walked in to give him a Scientology “touch assist.” Using his index finger, he touched Kleiser in various places as he said, over and over, “Feel my finger.” Kleiser would respond, “Yes,” and Travolta would answer, “Thank you.” This went on for an hour. “I was lying there with this fever and he’s poking me and poking me and poking me and I’m like, ‘Yes, I feel it.’ ‘Thank you.’ Then he left. The next day I was better, and of course he claimed it was because of the touch assist.”
Just another article on how parental leave is a joke in this country:
A friend of mine, I’ll call her Elena, worked for many years for one of New York’s top restaurants, rising over time to the position of maitre d’ — a very huge deal (monumentally huge, actually) for a woman in the hospitality industry. After six years, she learned she was pregnant, and worked all the way through to her delivery date, in her final month scaling back what had previously been a 60-hour-a-week job to 50 hours, before taking an agreed-upon ten weeks of unpaid leave. Just before the end of those ten weeks, she found out — via a customer — that in her absence, the restaurant had given her position, permanently, to someone else.
Devastated, Elena confronted her boss, and was offered a position instead running the restaurant group’s casual offshoot, a major demotion for an employee of her stature. “I found out through a customer after being there six-and-a-half-years,” she told me. “I gave my life to that place. It ruined my first experience as a mother because my milk went off. I couldn’t feed my baby.” She started crying, as we spoke. “It’s been five years, and I think there were better ways of doing it.”
The chef-owner of the restaurant where Elena worked eventually apologized to her for how she was treated, but it was much too little, far too late. And it happens all the time.
I don’t know if you’re following how many Scandinavian countries are responding to the refugee crisis, but Denmark has passed an incredibly scary bill:
Denmark’s minority government eventually backtracked on parts of the plan to confiscate migrants’ valuables in order to secure wider backing.Asylum-seekers will now have to hand over cash exceeding 10,000 kroner (€1,340, $1,450) and any individual items valued at more than that amount, up from the initial 3,000 kroner proposed.After thorny negotiations with the other parties, Integration Minister Inger Støjberg agreed to exempt wedding rings and other items of sentimental value.
You had me at “weed suppositories for your menstrual cramps“.
I absolutely adore Jillian Bell, and she has PERFECT comic timing.
My alumni magazine just emailed me to ask if I would be willing to participate in a profile of myself as a Prominent Harvardian, and now I’m just:
