Ah, reality TV: where opportunists delight in exposing opportunism! It's kind of like the indie music scene.

Tabloid photos capture people at their most self-conscious and disoriented; in real life, Paris Hilton is like an elegant paper crane.

Stripping toughened my hide, but exposing myself as a writer has been a lot more brutal.

I've been meaning to write about the Rolling Stones, but I am the furthest thing from a hipster rock journalist.

Juno MacGuff: [yelling through the house] Dad? Mac MacGuff: What? Juno MacGuff: Either I just peed my pants or um... Mac MacGuff: *Or*...? Juno MacGuff: THUNDERCATS ARE GO!

I know white clothing is supposed to enhance that summer glow, but writers don't tan.

I don't have a terrible singing voice, but I also wouldn't call it 'good.' I can carry a tune.