oh darn.
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“Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
Paul Rudd as Westley and Mindy Kaling as Buttercup at tonight’s live reading of “The Princess Bride” as directed by Jason Reitman.
Every year what I want to do completely changes. Now that the book has come out, I’m like, I love writing a book. A year ago it wasn’t something I thought maybe I could do. Now I’m thinking it would be fun to write a young adult novel, a funny one. But every actress in Hollywood has a children’s book out, right? Some actress will come out with, “Little Benny Has Celiac Disease” because it’s something they’re dealing with so they have to have a giraffe character with celiac’s. Let me be the one actress who isn’t doing “The Indian Girl Dealing With Being an Indian Girl.” If I did a young adult book, I’d want to do more like “Harriet the Spy.”
“I regularly work sixteen hours a day. Yet, like most people I know who are similarly busy, I’m a pleasant, pretty normal person. But that’s not how working women are depicted in movies. I’m not always barking orders into my hands-free phone device and yelling, “I have no time for this!” And since when does holding a job necessitate that a woman pull her hair back in a severe, tight bun? Do screenwriters think that loose hair makes it hard to concentrate?”
People think I’m exaggerating when I say that I was a happy child who you could not tell was male or female. How could both facts be true? Well, this photo is the proof.
A pretty funny writer with a great spec script came into The Office to meet with producers about staffing. He was a friend of two other writers on staff. I thought he was cool initially, because he didn’t seem to take himself seriously and knew a lot about the Lakers. Then, in describing a Kobe Bryant–Shaq altercation, he used the word “retarded,” and kept repeating it, the way I say “like.” It was like a tiny knife stabbing me every time he used it. When our boss asked us what we thought of him, I said I liked him, but I thought his liberal use of the word “retarded” was embarrassing and off-putting. I don’t know how much I affected the outcome, but he didn’t get hired.
