Still Making Good

I got home from L.A. this morning to discover a new award for my Mostly Blank Wall of Distinction. Apparently, I got written up as "Best Local Girl Made Good" in City Pages this year! Back 2 back, baby! My window-cling game is ridiculous!

(Last year I won the popular vote, but this year I got a special blurb, written by the Greatest Journalist of All Time. Actually, I don't know which CP staffer wrote it, but I owe them oral sex for that accurate-enough litany of my clumsy triumphs.)

That photo is from 2005, when I worked over there. (Hooray, justified-within-the-first-paragraph bias!) I have no idea why I thought that haircut and color were flattering. Maybe I wanted to look tired and potato-nosed? I also was going through a phase where I dressed disturbingly feminine. That was kind of a pupa stage for me. I think I was afraid of appearing hard and slutty to my new Hollywood acquaintances. Now I totally don't care. I'll roll into meetings dressed like Dylan Klebold and pull a can of Diet Red Bull out of my vagina. (Financiers love that trick.)

Anyway, thank you City Pages + anonymous staffer who rules. I suspect we're already pals, but we need to re-pal one of these days so I can buy you a Premium.