I'm Not Proud,

I'm just honest: Evidently, I will see any movie that is set in London. To wit, this film. It wasn't half bad. In fact, it led me to ponder a career change. But only for a brief moment. I thought to myself, Dermot Mulroney's character has a pretty good gig here as a male escort. He gets to go to a proper British wedding with Debra Messing, and when he's not escorting her, he's probably accompanying a Jennifer Aniston character to a work function, or a Renee Zellweger character to a big society do. And making $6,000 a go! If he only went on three dates a month - he'd be making close to $200,000 a year. Wow. But then I remembered that in real life, Debra Messing, Jennifer Aniston, and Renee Zellweger characters rarely, if ever, need to hire male escorts. The people hiring male escorts are, I believe, men. And the escorts are called "rent boys." And there are no proper British weddings, transcontinental flights on Virgin Atlantic upper class, no work functions, and no society do's. So no career change for me.

And speaking of rent boys, how about the article about Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy in the current issue of Vanity Fair?! Really? Huh. News to me.

Today's Song: Rapper's Delight, Sugarhill Gang