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"Are You Somebody?"
2006
...I
live in Los Angeles, so I live by the same rule all my single
girlfriends do: Don’t date an actor. We respect the stereotype. Actors
are self-involved, self-obsessed. Actors are superficial. Actors are
fucked-up. Actors are trouble. An actor is a guy, Marlon Brando once
said, who if you ain’t talking about him, ain’t listening. Ask an actor
a question, he’ll tell you his credits, as Neil Simon says. “Even
Laurence Olivier is probably vain and self-centered,” Mia Farrow says
in Rosemary’s Baby, complaining about her actor-husband, who, as we
soon learn, is not only vain and self-centered, but, in a
career-advancing move, is actually in league with Satan himself.
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"Timing"
Spring 2005
... I smiled indulgently, everyone at our
high school did, then, at Chas’ panting, socialist need to Do
Something, at his angelic blond curls and beige corduroy slacks. I
would have shunned a crush with cruel and condescending sweetness. I
would have dismissed him, thoroughly. I have now made the mistake of
layering that memory onto this present man, reencountered five weeks
ago in a bar I thought him too unhip for, and have wound up here, naked
in bed with someone who is no longer who he was. Who now calls himself
Chuck. Who has, in sneaking a new self past me, into me, lied.... |
