When I’m not busting my ass to write stories for you people, I am a copy editor. That job title means “the person who makes sure all the words are right,” and “right” means grammatically, stylistically, and factually correct. I’ve spent the last seven years correcting people in absentia, which is actually perfect for me. [...]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the ins and outs of fame—I was going to say “lately,” but that isn’t true. I’ve been thinking a lot about fame ever since I was able to think.

I guess I’ve always been a star-stalking star-molester. To add to the mortifying series of old journal entries and junk from my past, here is a list* (always listing, always collecting) of people (always listing people, always collecting people) — famous people (always listing famous people, always collecting famous people) — that I compiled in [...]

I could list dozens of famous I’ve seen there, but the one that really caused me to be star-struck was Carole King, singer-songwriter and, it turns out, jerk.

Both of the Olsen twins, Mary-Kate and Ashley, did internships in the mid-Aughts (2000s) in New York City. This story, told to me by my friend, is about one of them.]

“Did you like your present?” I asked my dad over the phone. Long-distance call. “Which one?” “The framed autograph I sent you.” “Oh, yeah, that was neat. Where did you find that?” For a second I was confused — and not a little hurt. Why was I having to ask him if he liked it? [...]

SoHo, New York, Winter, Late 1990s Mist some Yves Saint Laurent “Paris” around your area before you read this. As I headed solo down one of the rows in the outdoor flea market, I heard a very brassy manhattany woman’s voice say “Okay, Catherine, honey” — she pronounced “Catherine” in the American way. “We’ll call [...]