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I’m not a starf**cker, generally speaking. As Us magazine takes pains to point out each week, they’re just like us: gas-pumping, coffee-buying, child-schlepping bipeds, wearing hats to hide bad hair days, wading their way through marital swampland, and probably freaking out about weird dermatological abnormalities that are hopefully not cancer.

On the occasions that I’ve met celebrities, usually to interview them for magazines or because I live in New York City and even stars need to wait endlessly on line at the DMV (that’s where I met the dude who plays Miranda’s Steve in Sex and the City, who was very perfectly nice and very short), I manage not to gush or fawn or praise their “oeuvre” because I find it a little weird and uncomfortable that I know way, way more about them as human beings than they do about me.  (more…)

You know when you’re at a party or a school function with women you don’t know well, and something happens that strikes you as absurd or annoying or worthy of an eye-roll. You scan the crowd, looking for a comrade in ridiculousness, someone else who you just know feels as you do. Often, there’s no one, and you just have to giggle inwardly and wait until you can leave so you can share the abject oy of the moment with a friend or maybe a husband.

But once in awhile, you lock eyes with a complete stranger across the room, and you just know you’re on the same page. One of you lifts an eyebrow or maybe covers her mouth to keep from guffawing, and instantly you feel validated and a smidge less alone in an uncomfortable situation. It’s the grumpy Formerly’s version of a warm fuzzy.

Well, that’s how I felt when I saw this:

So of course I had to track her down and get her on the phone so we could have our little raised eyebrow interaction. Her name is Marija (pron. Mar-eye-ah) Thomas, and she’s a 35-year-old actress/photographer/videographer/blogger in Los Angeles (where you’re a Formerly way younger than anywhere else in the country). Marija was asked to test out a video camera for a photo equipment website and used it to do this Lady Gaga parody of Poker Face. The site had 9000 hits in one day! (more…)

I haven’t seen the movie (yet), but this bit in the New York Times (thumbs down) review of Sex and the City II had a bit that jumped out at me:

“If they seem less wonderful now, it isn’t because of slackened effort or diminished charm on the part of the actresses who play them. It is that the movie itself, and perhaps the culture it stands in for, has lost interest and can’t figure out what to do with them as they tiptoe toward middle age. “

Well, yes and no. I agree that the culture “can’t figure out what to do with” us women as we “tiptoe” toward middle age, although I’m not tiptoeing so much as lurching clumsily in my brand new platform espadrilles while trying not to trip over the Razor scooters and American Girl dolls left in my path. (more…)

JOSH WROTE: People always used to say I resembled John McEnroe, because of my curly dark hair. Now, on a good day, they say I look like Charlotte’s husband on Sex and the City.  On a bad day, they say I look like George Costanza.

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