I must have ESPN

[Extrasensory Photo-Op (K)nowledge.]

I just found out Elle Magazine is doing a piece on me. Apparently bottom-heavy Midwestern skanks are all the rage in Paris. They're sending a photographer and a journalist to Minneapolis, so I don't even have to hop a plane. Groovy; I love interviews. I mean that sincerely! I can gab at a captive stranger for hours.

Can I request Gilles Bensimon, I wonder?