I’m So Busted


There’s a Q and A with me on p.92 of the current issue of Bust magazine. It was written by feminista Shira Tarrant. And here’s the cool thing…the article is right next to a review of Patti Smith’s new memoir Just Kids.

Throughout Some Girls, I reference Patti Smith as a kind of punk fairy godmother figure, so it was outrageously gratifying and kind of woo woo mystical to see the two books written up back to back. There’s no way to avoid it- invoke Patti Smith and some magical shit starts going down.

Do You Ever Feel Like Something Is Missing?


I may have just found the cure. Scott discovered this page in the Skymall magazine on the airplane and we marveled for about twenty minutes at the Garden Yeti Statue. We particularly like the sentence in the product description that reads, “…our more than two-foot-tall Garden Yeti will have guests doing a double take as they admire your creative home or garden style.” Home?

The Meerkat Gang statue is pretty classy, too. As is the 900$ gold King Tutankhamen’s Egyptian Throne Chair on the adjacent page, but I didn’t scan that one. That would be like finding the perfect little black dress and then telling all of your friends where you got it.

Pretty On The Inside


I love the post “Pretty Ugly: Can We Please Stop Pretending that Beautiful Women Aren’t Beautiful?” at Feministing.com. The author coins the verb “Liz Lemoning” to describe the act of perpetuating the media illusion that people like Tina Fey in 30 Rock are not attractive. Scott and I have had a running commentary about this phenomenon for years. Every time we see an Ugly Betty billboard we inevitably launch into…

Wow, she’s ugly. I mean she’s wearing glasses. And braces.
I know, and fat, too. What is she like, a size 8?

It reminds me of a conversation I heard once with Matthew Weiner, the creator of Madmen. He was talking about the importance of the characters within the world of the show actually acknowledging the total gorgeousness of Don and Betty Draper, rather than pretending it doesn’t exist. Like, oh, every neighbor you have looks like that.

Last night I spoke about Some Girls to a group of journalism students at NYU. They were a bright and incisive bunch and they asked a couple of really difficult questions. It’s interesting to me that the stickiest part of the evening wasn’t their questions about sexually transmitted diseases or even about my strained relationship with my family as a result of this book’s imminent release. Rather, the most uncomfortable moment for me came when I was talking about the real narrative drive of the book being my struggle to love myself. I told them that I felt confident saying that I’m a beautiful woman today.

As I was saying it, I realized that, in fact, at that moment I didn’t feel at all confident of that fact. Self-acceptance remains an ongoing struggle in my life and it helps me to read articulate arguments like this one about media messages regarding things like what it means to be ugly.

I’m in the air between NY and LA now, finally heading home to my little man, whom I can always count on to find me beautiful.