alexa BlackBook: California Girl: Drew Barrymore — Who’s Starring on Netflix’s ‘Santa Clarita Diet’ and in a New Campaign for Crocs — Shares Her Sunny Design Finds

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For the latest issue of alexa BlackBook, actress and star of the hit Netflix series Santa Clarita Diet Drew Barrymore rounded up her go-to picks for stylishly gearing up for spring.

 

“Admittedly, I’m a hat lady. This sun hat provides true UV protection while still looking super stylish.”


Beach hat with UPF 50+, $49.50 at Coolibar.com

 

“Yellow is the new pink! I love this sweatshirt because it is easy to wear but still whimsical and happy.”


Sweatshirt, $125 at ClareV.com

 

“I love to change up my shoe look by adding an ankle sock. These socks are a perfect mixture of silly and chic.”


“Liza” sparkle ankle socks, $18 at HappySocks.com

 

“Nothing beats a day at the pool with the kids. This is the perfect accessory to liven things up.”

 

 

Fred Segal x CB2 “Love One Another” pool float, $80 at CB2.com

 

“When in doubt, put a rainbow on it! That was my thought when designing an everyday tote that I didn’t want to be a typical everyday basic.”


Dear Drew by Drew Barrymore “Rainbow” vegan-leather tote, $95 at Amazon.com

 

“I own these in several colors. I love them because you can change out your color with your current mood. Current mood: Tangerine Dream.”


SunglassLA rimless sunglasses, $13 at Walmart.com

 

“These are my current go-to jeans. They combine comfort and style with a megadose of ’90s nostalgia.”

 


Levi’s “Wedgie” high-rise jeans, $98 at UrbanOutfitters.com

 

“Wearing Crocs’ iconic ‘Classic Clog’ is about more than making a comfort statement. It’s about being comfortable in all that you do and not being afraid to poke holes — no pun intended — in conversation.”


“Classic Clog” shoes in “Tropical Teal,” $38 at Crocs.com

 

“My go-to carry-on for 
last-minute weekend getaways. Not only is it functional, it’s also fun to look at.”

 


Dear Drew by Drew Barrymore “Take Me 
With You” carry-on suitcase, $125 at Amazon.com

 

“Move over dresses, it’s time to suit up for spring. Lately, all I want to wear is a suit. I love this one because it takes a typical fall silhouette and lightens it up for spring.”

 


Double-breasted blazer, $119, at Zara.com

 

“I love statement earrings because they can transform your look in seconds and make an LBD way more interesting.”

 

Bianca Mavrick “Otis” drop earrings, $108 at Anthropologie.com

 

Photos Courtesy of the Designers.

 

alexa BlackBook: IKEA Fever

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IKEA has long been a staple for both bargain hunters and streamline-design lovers. Now, fashion kings like Virgil Abloh (just named Louis Vuitton’s new menswear designer) are repurposing the store’s iconic blue-and-yellow logo on inventive streetwear. 
 In honor of the Swedish fever, we asked three creatives for their takes on Ikea’s iconic “Frakta” bag.

 

Brooklyn garden whiz Brook Klausing recycled his “Frakta” bag as a pretty planter.

 

Brook Klausing, a garden designer and owner of Brooklyn’s Brook Landscape, elected to use his “Frakta” bag as a flower planter, putting his own spin on eco-upscaling. “We drew inspiration from fast fashion and fast furniture to create our own version: fast foliage,” he tells Alexa.

 

LA artist Neil Raitt adorned the trusty tote with his own palm print.

 

Los Angeles-based artist Neil Raitt (who points to Bob Ross’ kitschy 1980s TV program “The Joy of Painting” as an inspiration for his repetitive landscapes — on exhibit at LA’s Anat Ebgi gallery and this year’s NYC Armory Show) also took a crack at the big blue bag. He inlaid a palm-tree print, which he originally created in 2016 for an exhibition at Mon Chéri gallery in Brussels, to create a portable piece of art.

“When you look at an Ikea bag, with its blue plastic and yellow lettering, it’s immediately recognizable,” he says. “So, I wanted to bring in something equally accessible, like a palm tree.”

 

Interior designer Ryan Korban stitched a kitschy pillow — complete with Ikea trim.

 

And finally, New York-based interior designer Ryan Korban (who’s created eye-catching spaces for all manner of high-end fashion labels, including Alexander Wang’s NYC flagship and Balenciaga stores across the globe) dreamed up a DIY Ikea throw pillow. It’s the perfect spot to rest your head after putting together all that furniture.

 

Photos by Lizzy Snaps Sullivan; Tamara Beckwith; Courtesy of Neil Raitt and Anat Ebgi.

 

alexa BlackBook: The Naughty List: ‘Walking Dead’ Star Norman Reedus Gets into the Holiday Spirit with Marilyn Manson

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OF course actor Norman Reedus and Marilyn Manson would go way back. The star of The Walking Dead and the musical antichrist used to run in the same LA circles during their “Superstar Girlfriend” periods in the late ’90s, when Manson was dating actress Rose McGowan and Reedus was with supermodel Helena Christensen.

A couple of decades later, Reedus has been chasing flesh-eaters for eight seasons on The Walking Dead, while Manson has branched out into TV himself, appearing on Sons of Anarchy and the supernatural Salem. Both 48, they’re now also partially bionic: Manson had steel pins put in his leg after he was injured this fall by a falling prop during his sold-out tour. Reedus’ titanium eye socket came courtesy of a motorcycle accident in 2005.

Suffice it to say the two spiritual brethren had plenty to talk about — from the timeless (Manson’s crush on Reedus’ co-star Jeffrey Dean Morgan) to the seasonally appropriate (their mutual history of horrifying holiday gifts). — Michael Martin

 

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MM: So Norman. What was your worst holiday experience?

NR: I ended up in Copenhagen one Christmas. There’s this thing there — they go to the park and have tea and cake. It’s a beautiful park, but it’s full of flowers. So there’s bees everywhere, swarming your head. It’s awful. I don’t like bees and spiders and stuff.

MM: You’re gonna freak out, and I’m not making this up. I’m sitting here with the ABC and XYZ of Bee Culture. They’re sort of comparable to zombies — they take the pollen and all return to the Queen Bee.

NR: Dude, this morning here in Georgia, I saw a giant spider — I mean the size of a pickle — and five or six giant webs that go from the top of the second level all the way down to the ground. The other night, Jeffrey [Dean Morgan] and I were peeking at these huge spiders, the size of your fists. And we start tweeting, “Anyone know what this spider is?” I think it’s called an Orb spider.

MM: I think I read about those. I once had this spider web that went all the way across my driveway, and I almost ran into a spider the size of a golf ball. It was terrifying. I looked it up on the interwebs: It was a Hobo Spider. I shot it with a pellet gun, and spider guts came out of it. But I felt the need to — it was threatening my life.

NR: When I was really little, I woke up in bed and there was a little spider next to my head on the wall in the corner. I took clear scotch tape and just taped it there and left it. And I woke up the next two mornings and there were millions of little baby spiders on the wall next to my bed. I don’t know if this has to do with my fear of creepy crawly things, but I’m not cool with creepy crawly things, or things that buzz in my ear.

MM: So I’m not putting spiders and bees in your gift basket. Have you ever wildly missed missed the mark with a holiday gift you’ve given?

NR: I gave a girlfriend of mine a little brown taxidermy bunny in a pink bag. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It was a cute little bunny. And she opened up the paper bag and started crying, because she used to have a bunny that looked just like that that died a horrible death. That gift went horribly south.

MM: But sometimes the gift that makes a girl cry is nice. It’s good for the ozone, global warming. The tears of a woman can be the greatest gift of all to the Earth.

NR: This isn’t Brooklyn. Nothing grew out of the ground from tears. She just burst into tears — it was awful. What’s the craziest gift you ever got?

MM: A taser from my friend, and from my girl, a trench knife.

 

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Versace.com

 

NR: Are you in the hospital right now?

MM: I’m in a hospital-type bed that I created in my living room. My injury was in New York, but I went home to L.A. to get the surgery. When I get the cast off, I’ll see what happens. It sucks.

NR: Are you going back on tour after your leg heals?

MM: Absolutely. You’re in Atlanta right now, aren’t you?

NR: Yep, I’m in Georgia until Thanksgiving and then I go on to the motorcycle show. I’d love to have you there; I’ll make that work.

MM: It all ties together in a certain way. I tricked my way onto Sons of Anarchy because it was one of my father’s favorite shows, to make him happy. And my dad used to have a Honda. But it was a cool Honda.

NR: Hondas are cool.

NR: I just burnt my leg on a tail pipe. I had to walk through a swamp with a giant burn on my leg. I think it got infected.

MM: Were you not wearing pants?

NR: I was actually in my underwear. I was moving bikes. I was out in the woods so I could walk around in my underwear. I think I’m from the country, but I’m not. I pretend I am.

MM: You should be a genuine hillbilly, which I am. I lived in Ohio, but my dad taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 7. Then I got my first bow and arrow. The first thing I did with it was I pulled it back and told my cousin to run. He ran into this field, and I shot it and hit him right in the ass. My father gave me a knife, and I stabbed my cousin’s leg with it automatically. I never got that knife back.

NR: You give people knives and they attack you with them. At least you didn’t have to have sex with your cousin.

 

“O’Connor” suit, $5,440, and shirt, $560, both at TomFord.com; “Greggo Flat” Oxfords, $850 at Christian Louboutin, 967 Madison Ave.

 

MM: What are we asking Santa Claus for for Christmas this year?

NR: I kinda want a dog. I haven’t had one since I was a kid. My cat’s an asshole, so I kinda want a dog. A little Mad Max dog. What do you want for Christmas?

MM: What do I want for Christmas? I want for Christmas, I want to have a little tussle with Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

NR: Like a sleepover?

MM: Yeah, like a sleepover.

NR: Or like, you want to punch him in the face?

MM: No, no, like a sleepover. I want to smell his pomade, I want to inhale his essence.

NR: I don’t know how I’m going to make that work, but I’m going to get you that for Christmas.

MM: I want a remake of Showgirls but performed by me, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and you.

NR: I want you on a stage singing “Tiny Bubbles.” That’s what I want. And maybe a koi pond.
I’d like to wear Rocky Balboa’s shorts, gloves, and “Italian Stallion” robe for a night.

MM: In the porno film or in Rocky?

NR: I never saw the porno film.

MM: I never did either. So back to the list — I’ll get you a dog.

NR: Yeah, get me a puppy! If you come to Atlanta at all, Jeff and I live like five houses from each other. We hang out and ride motorcycles all the time.

MM: Are you trying to make me jealous?  I should’ve been a sports star. I used to be a skating champion. When that was a thing, back in the era of roller skating. I lost my ability. One of my favorite gifts for Christmas were these Blue Spruce skates. They were long and wide, sort of like skateboards but pre-skateboard. And they made my afternoons in Ohio when I was about 12, wearing iron-on t-shirts, of course.

NR: I think I remember those skates — they were black with white stripes, yeah?

MM: Yeah, that’s exactly the ones I had. I remember my mom saved up for a couple of months to get those for Christmas for me.

NR: What are your plans for the holidays this year?

MM: I don’t celebrate Christmas. Halloween is my favorite holiday. As a kid, I wanted to dress up every day. And now that’s my life. If I went to a Marilyn Manson costume contest I would lose, because they would not believe what I look like. You know what would be funny? If on Christmas we went to Hollywood Boulevard as impersonators of ourselves. Would we get away with it? That’d be hilarious.

NR: Yes! I’ll be you, you be me.

MM: Let’s go on a date — the two sexiest men in the world at once. The world woke up to it.
Except I gotta be me with a crippled leg and a wheelchair.

NR: And you’re going to tussle with Jeffrey on Halloween. It’s going to be the greatest ever.

MM: Perfect.

 

Norman’s Wish List

1. A dog.
2. A koi pond: “I want it to light up from the bottom, with fluorescent paint.”
3. A flamethrower.
4. A couple of robots “that clean your floor when you’re not at home.”
5. To meet and go on a motorcycle ride with Cher.

 

Marilyn’s Wish List

1. An outdoor pool, “above-ground white-trash-style.”
2. A flamethrower.
3. “A life-size statue of a three-headed creature that is me, Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
4. “A remake of Showgirls with me, Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
5. Pop Rocks.

 

 

 

On the cover: Tuxedo, $6,295, and vest, $1,745, both at Brunello Cucinelli, 136 Greene St.; 
Shirt, $675 at Dolce & Gabbana, 717 Fifth Ave.

Photos by: Chris Buck Fashion Editor: Serena French, Styling: Cody Jones, Grooming: Kristan Serafino & Tracey Mattingly, Illustration by: John Kenzie

Where are the Male Bottle Servers and Hosts? Speaking Out Against Vudu Lounge’s Hire Bias

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The culture of nightlife has more than its share of skeletons. In what is supposed to be a progressive environment – a cosmopolitan environment – clubs and similar establishments cling to many outdated "status quo" practices. The club community takes these little scandals and hides them up on the top shelf in the collective closet of its culture, hoping no one will notice them. Race discrimination, sexual harassment, and prejudicial hiring practices are among these unspoken truths tucked away and rarely talked about. Yesterday, an old friend as well as a Facebook friend Henry Alexander Dumas re-posted a New York Post article about a gender hiring ruling issued by the Human Rights Commission. A lively Facebook conversation spurred me to write about this today. The brilliant title of the Post piece (and I wish I came up with it) is "You’ve Got Male- City Stings ‘Hire Bias’ Club"

Basically the Vudu Lounge on the Upper East Side placed an ad in Craigslist looking for a "door hostess." The Human Rights Commission regularly scans these ads looking for improprieties and sent a student undercover to see what would happen if "he" applied for the job. According to the complaint, he was told the gig was strictly for women and this triggered an action by the Commission. Vudu was fined $7,500. An unrepentent owner Michael Bergos was reported to say "It was the most absurd thing in the world…. They’re wasting resources on this nonsense". administrative-law Judge Kevin Casey disagreed with that assessment in doling out a stiff fine. I checked the Human Rights website and saw fines ranging from $2,500 to $5,000 for similar offenses. Usually, the judge attaches mandatory anti-discrimination training as well. The Post didn’t mention whether this training was required in this case, but I have a feeling it was. Maybe a double dose. According to the Post, Mr. Bergos defended his less than PC actions with a "We had more guy bartenders than female bartenders" statement. The male job seeker was, according to the story, offered a position as a promoter. For the record, club manager Michael Stein denied saying any sort of biased stuff and blamed the ad on an independent promoter who placed it without the club’s permission. I always love those "dog ate my homework" excuses.
 
From the Human Rights Commission website:
"The New York City Human Rights Law is one of the most comprehensive civil rights laws in the nation. The Law prohibits discrimination in employment, housing and public accommodations based on race, color, creed, age, national origin, alienage or citizenship status, gender (including gender identity and sexual harassment), sexual orientation, disability, marital status, and partnership status. In addition, the Law affords protection against discrimination in employment based on arrest or conviction record and status as a victim of domestic violence, stalking and sex offenses. In housing, the Law affords additional protections based on lawful occupation, family status, and any lawful source of income. The City Human Rights Law also prohibits retaliation and bias-related harassment, (including cyberbullying)."
Some bright boy on Facebook pointed out that it is 2012 and it’s about time this sort of thing doesn’t happen. The "We have more male bartenders than female bartenders" line reeks. It could easily be followed with a statement like, "We have many black employees," when in reality this refers to the security team and none or few are in any position of authority. Most clubs are owned and operated by white males with few gender and race exceptions. With a rare exception, I see no males serving bottles, one of the highest paid or rewarded positions in the club world. Bottle wranglers or "hosts" who bring clients are often male but the waitrons (a word I always use in this column) are always hot girls. Some may scoff at the concept of a dude bringing the bottle, but I recall a time when there were only "stewardesses" and we as a society survived that change. At the Korean club Circle, the waitrons were all male. They were dressed in slick tailored suits and it was the accepted norm. I cannot imagine the female-only bottle server monopoly surviving much longer. I reviewed cases in the Human Resources website and saw fine after fine doled out. If I were an operator, I would check my ads for employment, get anti-discrimination training for my management, and I’d hire a few cute guys right away as bottle servers to even things up a little to cover my ass and because it is the right thing to do. Clubs/nightlife is supposed to be ahead of the curve. There is little doubt that this successful prosecution leading to a $7,500 fine and positive publicity will lead to more such events.

Two Articles On Bottle Service That Are Completely Clueless

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There have been two recent articles professing the end of bottle service that I am being asked to weigh in on. The first: an article by Hardeep Phull on NYPost, and a story by Megan Willett from Business Insider. Both profess a "Chicken Little" approach to bottle service when all that’s really happening is an expansion of existing formats, not a quantum change. I contributed to my pal Hardeep’s article with a quote taken out of context from a much larger dialogue. He has it wrong, but compared to Megan’s take he is spot-on. Megan is clueless.

Marquee’s approach to dance was a calculated take on the market and their place in it. Their approach signals an internal decision to re-brand the NYC Marquee to be relevant to the Vegas Marquee, the highest-grossing nightclub in the country. They also have a Marquee in Australia. The NYC Marquee, after six years of wonderful and a few more of OK, needed a redux to bring it up to speed. I helped with the plan and the layout, but not the design. It was made clear from the start that it was all about the music, with some areas to accommodate big spenders who also cared about the music. It was also designed to be fairly non-competitive with their other NYC properties Avenue and Lavo, where bottle service thrives. Marquee made a smart move using their international DJ booking connections to create cachet. It doesn’t signal a trend of the end of bottle service in any way. Avenue and Lavo are bottle-selling machines. In that regard, the stories are just straight inaccurate.

Output in Brooklyn is as irrelevant to a larger social club concept as Cielo, the joint that spawned it. I love Cielo – did from day one. Its design, sound system, and bookings have made it one of the premier dance clubs in NYC. It has never been part of the larger club culture and has seen no need to be a part of it. Its new Brooklyn outpost should be a winner but it does not signify a trend. It’s merely serving dance aficionados in an ever-expanding Brooklyn scene. The trendy hipsters sipping $15 cocktails and eating $30 entrees at nearby hot spots in the new Williamsburg may never go to Output, and Output’s patrons may never go there but both will coexist in BBurg’s new world. Both are enjoying the transforming neighborhood which recently got a movie theatre and a Duane Reade and The Meatball Shop, and all sorts of other entertainment/distraction choices previously only found elsewhere. Output doesn’t signal the end of bottle service, but merely the expansion, or perhaps the gentrification of BBurg. On a side note ,I find it fascinating that a "no dress code approach to door policy" was mentioned or sited as portending a trend. I live in Williamsburg and basically everyone dresses the same here anyway.

Nightclub Space Ibiza is on its way to New York. It will be big, it will be grand, and it will compete with the other Ibiza-based mega club that thrives in NYC: Pacha. Webster Hall, a little as well. I go to Pacha on occasion, although not as often as I would like. I love Pacha. Eddie Dean and Rob Fernandez are magnificent at what they do. They find new talent, book established stars, and have created a mega club where you can dance and chat and buy bottles of booze or just plain water. They know their patrons and have a social scene that’s unique. They thrive and survive and have vast experience in the market. Space will be coming in and have to learn a lot quick. Big clubs attract big enforcement and scrutiny. They are off-the-beaten-path, but so was Crobar/Mansion before it was pummeled to death. 

Will there be competition? Of course. Will Space mean the end of Pacha? OMG, no. Space is a natural development. As EDM spreads to the masses, clubs will embrace the trend. More dance floor is needed to accommodate more dancers. These dancers are not being drawn away from bottle service. These clubs are not in competition with those clubs. EDM DJs command salaries in the high five and even six-digit ranges, and mega clubs are the only places that can afford them consistently  Space, Pacha, and Marquee have relationships with these superstar, rock star DJs as they are all international brands. The big club experience is enjoyed by many and shunned by many as well. I loathe EDM but I am confident that EDM heads would loathe my Ministry and Stones and Zeppelin DJ set.  

One of the things I particularly disapproved of in these articles and the comments that followed in social media was the comparison of these clubs to the mega clubs of yore. Palladium and Limelight and Tunnel all had door policies that culled crowds of 5,000 down to 3,000. Without getting into a discussion of the merits of door policy, those clubs had highly-developed social scenes at their core. We strived to book the best DJs available and had multiple, sometime six or more dance floors working in the same joint. We mixed crowds from all social strata, races, and creeds. Does EDM appeal to a mixed racial profile? Hmmm, I have not observed that. To me it seems to be white boy shee-it and that’s that, for now.

The articles also failed to recognize that EDM is a genre of music. There are many other genres of music. All have a place in our city which does include people of many ethnic backgrounds and classes and ages. EDM is expanding, but from my point of view it appeals mostly to a certain demographic and has not completely taken over the mindset of NYC clubs. Hip hop, mixed format, rock, pop, salsa and all sorts of other genres still pack them in. Sitting or standing or dancing with friends around a bottle is part of our club way of life. Marquee played a huge role in that development. Bottle service isn’t dying, going away, or being replaced. The writers just didn’t understand what the….  what they were talking about. No offense. 

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You Stay Classy, ‘New York Post’

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Yes, The Daily is dunzo, but thank goodness all of that money is going back to where it belongs: terrifying, offensive New York Post covers. Who cares if the story behind the image—one that involves a man pushed onto the train tracks by a pan-handler—is pretty tragic. Why not use that to some sort of business advantage by buying the picture from the camera-toting passerby who claimed that he hoped "the driver [of the train] would see my flash." Nah, probably better to capitalize on one of those base fears that probably every New Yorker—or anyone who rides public transportation in a major city—has deeply rooted in their brains. Guess what: we’re all doomed.

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RIP The Daily, 2011-2012

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Farewell, News Corp. media property The Daily, and flights of angel investors sing thee to thy rest. Your iPad-only content was too thrilling for this world. I mean, probably. I don’t have an iPad (or any comparable tablet), so how the hell would I know? I’m just assuming that anything Rupert Murdoch pours $30 million into at the outset is really going to pop.

The future of magazines will be officially shuttered on December 15, ending a nearly two-year run of stellar pop culture aggregation that you definitely couldn’t find for free almost everywhere else on the web, so enjoy these final two weeks before darkness descends and you can no longer enjoy playful listicles of suggested names for Kate Middleton’s baby. Except on Tumblr, Facebook, Reddit, Twitter and the sides of graffiti-prone buildings.

Some of the assets and 120 employees—though how it took that many people to produce something that apparently no one read is a mystery; I’ve often accomplished the same all by myself—will be shifted to other News Corp. companies, The New York Observer reported. In particular, editor-in-chief Jesse Angelo “will serve as the new publisher of the New York Post.” Might that fabled paper be next on the chopping block? Well, they’d have to lose a lot of money each year. Like, even more than they already do.  

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New York Journalist Writes About Being Written About by Aaron Sorkin

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I do not watch The Newsroom. There a reason for that, and that reason is Aaron Sorkin. I do not like him! And sometimes my disgust for a thing on television is enough to keep me from watching it (for example, Mad Men) (the opposite would be Smash, which I couldn’t stop watching despite it being the worst). Anyway, it turns out that my absolute refusal to acknowledge The Newsroom has worked out, as the general consensus is that it’s silly and misogynistic. Surprise, surprise! Aaron Sorkin was like, "I gave you all that character played by Alison Janney, so coooool it, OK?" But one lady won’t stop talking about Aaron Sorkin, and that lady is xojane’s Mandy Stadtmiller.

You see, Stadtmiller, while on staff at the New York Post, went on a few dates with Sorkin. In turn, Sorkin wrote a character on The Newsroom about a terrible gossip columnist. It’s based on Stadtmiller and, boy, she would love for you to know about it!

Have you ever tried to explain the evilness of your job in celebrity gossip trafficking to someone who has been the victim of it?

Yeah, I did that once. On a date with Aaron Sorkin. Then he wrote a character based on it. Who looks just like me. And is an evil gossip trafficker.

Here’s the headline, aggregators (oh, and be sure to put the picture of my face next to Hope Davis; I know, crazy isn’t it?): "FORMER NEW YORK POST WRITER SAYS SHE INSPIRED AARON SORKIN ‘NEWSROOM’ CHARACTER." Hopefully the Internet pickup will eventually "Telephone"-like-game transform it into: "Starfucker says she once gave Oscar winner a notion" because that would be chillingly accurate.

I was the basis for a character — an evil version of me, he said — on Aaron Sorkin’s "Newsroom" after we went on a few dates. You can’t really call them dates even. One time, when I told him that I recognized he was "Fantasy Camp Husband" potential and that I was essentially propelling the chase, he did write, "Well hang on…I’ve asked you out on several actual dates (and happily for me you accepted)."

First of all: sorry, I don’t know how to use Photoshop, so I can’t figure out how to put a picture of Stadtmiller and Hope Davis next to each other. I’m a bad journalist! Also, I couldn’t get through the whole article, because I’m bad at reading things. But let me play terrible blogger for a second and just assume it goes into great detail about the relationship (or whatever) Stadtmiller had with Sorkin, and that Stadtmiller only flippantly recognizes how gross it is to be written about by writing about the dude who wrote about her. So layered! So transparent. Also there are screenshots of emails:

Wouldn’t it be fun to make a cute little Venn diagram showing what happens when the worlds of Hollywood and New York media collide? Of course, the overlapping part in the middle would just be "high school."

Soho Bistro Felix Betting Euro Tourists Don’t Read the NY Post

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Maybe they’re betting the bulk of their Euro clientele doesn’t read the New York Post, or maybe they’re just shameless, or maybe they just don’t give le fuck. But despite being the boldest restaurant name in today’s blaring front page Post exposé on the city’s C-grade restaurants, as per the New York Department of Health and Mental Hygiene’s new guidelines, Soho resto/ bar Felix has still not owned up to their grimy ways. A tipster just snapped this pic a few minutes ago and sent it to us with the caption “still, still pending.”

The Post quotes a bartender at Felix who mumbles something about a lawyer being on the case to rectify their poor grade, which sounds a bit like having your mama call your professor when you fail a pop quiz. Probably easier to just clean the place and hope people forget. But Felix, perhaps aided by their bartender/ PR consultant, chose to stick their heads in the sand and hope people wouldn’t notice. The question is, why risk the notoriety of a chest-thumping New York Post expose for the whole world to read when you can discreetly post the C (which honestly looks much better than, say, an F or a D to the casual observer). Maybe they got the lousy marks for the kid who pissed on the side of the restaurant in the Adam Sandler flick Big Daddy. Could it be the wall was cleaner than their can?