This is a true story and I think about it every day of my life: I once had an hour, before a reading, to get through The Andy Warhol Museum. I wanted to be efficient so I marched up to a security guard and asked “where are the cans?” and he was like left/hallway/stairs/left...
...so I'm walking there, thinking: That Warhol! So prolific, they keep the cans down this maze! Which is when I smacked into the “restrooms” sign and I swear I have never laughed so hard, while alone, in my life. WHY WOULD I ASK YOU LIKE THAT? ALSO YOU WORK IN THE WARHOL MUSUEM
MY CAT IS 21 YEARS OLD TODAY! BOW DOWN AND KISS HER SNOW-CAPPED PAWS, YOU WHISKERLESS SACKS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MABEL, MY SILKY LOVE. YOU LAP HOG, YOU PURR PIGEON, YOU BASTARD OUT OF CAROLINA. TONIGHT WE BURY YOUR FAKE ID IN THE LITTER BOX AND GET WINE-DRUNK LIKE EGYPTIAN GODS!!
My Judy Garland story: My mother lost the lead in a high school musical to Liza Minnelli but mom was a real team player & went to the performance & clapped her ass off & then turned to the woman next to her after & said “Wasn’t Liza wonderful?” & the woman replied “She was fine.”
Ha. I lost 3,000 followers for tweeting a picture of The White House with all the lights out. If you guys love electricity so much, you should marry it.
In 1971, 17-year-old Juliane Koepcke was sucked out of an airplane after it was struck by lightning. She fell two miles to the ground strapped to her seat and survived. She spent the next 11 days alone in the Amazon jungle before being rescued by a logging team. You’re fine.
My niece turns 9 today. I asked her to tell me a joke. Instead she’s been working on her standup: “what’s up with birthday balloons? It’s like here’s a bag full of my breath.” Our whole generation is done.
Everyone, stop what you're doing, I have news: After 7 years, Neighbor Jared & I have made contact. I was on my fire escape, he on the stairs/prow of his brownstone/yacht. He said "Hi." I said the same. We asked how the other was holding up. He seems nice. An emotional afternoon!
“I'd like the pie heated and I don't want the ice cream on top I want it on the side and I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it if not then no ice cream just whipped cream but only if it's real if it's out of a can then nothing.” — The CDC
Whenever you feel like the equilibrium of the world will never be regained, remember that this scarf looks a little more normal-sized with each passing year.
The most interesting piece of film criticism I ever heard was from this girl in college who got so high, she watched the 2nd DVD of Magnolia 1st. The next day, she explained the plot to us, including the “brave” choice to roll the credits midway through. This ceremony needs her.
When I am on trial for murder, I am going to produce a list of people who can testify that they have not been murdered by me. Or that I have not murdered them. Whichever comes first in my calendar.
It’s 1AM. *You* try sleeping after your ex texts you, telling you he ran into your ex whilst HIKING (gross, never would’ve worked) and in the process these beloved bozos GAVE EACH OTHER COVID.
Published a book with “cake” in the title, got lots of cake. Just sold a novel with “cult” in the title, now lousy with NXIVM links. I’m fucking this up. Next book: “I Was Told There’d Be Rent Control” and the follow up, “How Did You Get This Free Parking For Life?”
World’s Saddest Robbery: A man tried to break into my bldg at 3am by ringing my buzzer, claiming he was a “messenger.” At 3am. I pressed him on it and he kept saying “messenger.” Finally, I was like “you’re terrible at this” and he said “I know” and went away.
COVER REVEAL DAY. It's like a gender reveal party except no one dies! Except in the novel. Someone dies in the novel. Thanks to
@EW
for chatting &
@fsgbooks
's brilliant June Park. Cult Classic is out in June but you can pre-order it now, I can't stop you:
Can’t sleep, took a walk around the block and passed a naked woman on the same stroll. Naked. Seemingly sane. Thought maybe she was a ghost but then I realized she is my hero. Not fully naked...mask. Night night, NY. I ❤️ U.
Low battery life is BLINDING. You could screenshot a text exchange between you and Beyoncé and if you’re at 7% that’s the only thing anyone will comment on.
I am proud to share this news from
@fsgbooks
&
@mcdbooks
. Grief Is for People is a five-part book about many kinds of loss but mostly it’s about my best friend, who died by suicide in 2019. He never got an obituary. Russell: I have tried to fix this one thing. Try not to laugh.
Novelist and essayist Sloane Crosley (
@askanyone
) will release her first full-length nonfiction book, GRIEF IS FOR PEOPLE, in June 2023 with
@mcdbooks
. The book will tell the interwoven story of a burglary, the death of a close friend, and the onset of COVID in NYC.
Saw my parents for the first time in a year. Came out of my apartment and hugged my mom and a stranger across the street applauded and then another one’s dog got excited and tried to get in on the hug. What a weird fairytale of New York this week is.
An old man just SCREAMED at me from across the street and shook his cane right at me. He said “LADY! YOUNG LADY!!...Those are beautiful shoes.” Like
@billyeichner
come collect your dad. ❤️
I loved doing this story, particularly loved getting an unusual conversation in print. Thank you to Greta Gerwig,
@clairehoworth
and
@radhikajones
for asking me to do this. Special thanks to Gem, a forgotten American hero whose earlobes blink on to this day.
Greta Gerwig has had one of the most quantifiably successful years of any artist on the planet, creating a paradigm shift that brought people back to theaters just as pop icons brought them back to stadiums.
For VF’s December/January issue, Sloane Crosley (
@askanyone
) talks to
Just informed a fancy man in socks that he absolutely could not sit down next to me on this train until he put his loafers back on. He said “this is a public train.” I said “that’s my line.” And now I’m sharing this story and, honestly, I feel great.
Mandates aside, what is this wild desperation to see other people’s faces on an airplane? I have never been excited to see a single person on an airplane. Except Alicia Silverstone, who I once saw pre-chewing her kid’s food. That I’d like to see again.
I interviewed Bill Hader back in the pleistocene and they cut out his A+ advice about being edited so sharing now: "When people tell you something's not working, they're usually right. And when they tell you how to fix it, they're usually wrong." Mantra.
Ah, if only I could approach every unpleasant experience as I approach tea: Walk away, completely forget about its existence, come back when it’s cooled, pour the whole thing down the drain.
The person who transcribed this interview I did thought I said "MacGruber" when I said "Zapruder," which is a strong case both for and against having someone else do your transcription.
My feminism works like this: I would rather claw my eyes out than go to a party that’s raison d'etre is “women supporting other women” but I would be stoked if all of the ER doctors dealing with my gouged-out sockets were women.
OMFG!!!! With my name spelled incorrectly and everything!! 🥰 Classic. My phone blew up like it was an emergency. This is a thrill
@Jeopardy
!! Though: GTFO with “pie,” there’s no room for 4th of July propaganda in this house! 🍰
A stranger accidentally texted me to say she was just finishing up a conference call and would be 5 minutes late to the meeting. I replied “all good” because breathe women, breathe.