Special Victims Unit
From New York magazine: I love this about the gloriousness that is Mariska Hargitay. It's exactly how all of my fans react when major publications haterate all over me. It happens all of the time.
It's funny too, because I was Mariska's bodacious moms for Halloween a couple of years ago (may she rest in glamorous peace). So, M.H. and I are connected in more ways than one. Granted, my costume was the frozen decapitation by steering wheel according to the urban myth moment of Ms. Mansfield, but it was worn with the utmost respect and admiration. It was a tribute quite honestly. ...Whatever. It was Halloween. Do you think that's bad karma? Am I going to be haunted now? Am I going to actually be beheaded in some freak karmic twist of fate accident? Believe me, I considered all of this. Then I got drunk and my conflicted feelings sort of just worked themselves out.
In other New York news today, as I stepped out into my Park Slope neighborhood for my afternoon morning coffee this afternoon morning, I passed by a blue Corolla parked on a block long street with a vanity plate that read "PRK SLPR." I didn't have my camera with me otherwise I would have snapped that ridiculousness so that I could share it with you. Instead I kicked the tire and crop dusted that gas guzzler with my own emission as I continued on down the street. It only takes one person to make a difference.
