Hullo, pals and nemeses…

Hey—check out my new full frontal column, “The truth about Ryan Seacrest,” here! After the sheer volume of email I’ve received regarding last Tuesday’s Karaoke Etiquette one, I’m expecting hate mail from the American Ryan Seacrest Association.

You can also see my review of Bride & Prejudice here.

I can’t believe the good fortune that’s fallen into my lap as per writing for this publication. It’s surprising. As much as getting negative criticism has triggered the tiny high school girl I carry inside me (as scary and disgusting as that may sound) I’m as happy as Botox in David Gest’s rubbery forehead. (Somebody needs to get color-printed).

My editor is a freakin’ peach, and a fantastic writer. Also, who knew that the first person I met at college, hell, before college—freshman summer orientation—would end up not only being my dear friend but a champion of my work, getting me this gig—and an insanely good photographer. I don’t even know the people in these photographs but looking at her galleries makes me weep! Granted, I’m perpetually premenstrual.