A few days ago, Philebrity’s esteemed editor contacted me with a proposition. Since he was pretty bogged down with some other projects, he asked that I take over the reigns for a few weeks. Knowing him, I figured that his “other projects” included either modeling his spring wardrobe after Seth Cohen or holing up in his room with some back issues of Perfect Ten magazine, an arsenal stocked Lubriderm, and the occasional Snickers bar.
This was quite fortunate for me because I needed a new angle to hit on floppy haired art school boys. My old tactic consisted of the line, ” Well, I studied Russian in college because I’ve always wanted to read Dostoeyevsky the way it was meant to be read.” That old chestnut doesn’t quite have the impact of, “Hey, you want a write-up about your band in my blog? Great, now come back to my room and try not to cry too much.”
But seriously, it is an honor to be here. Although, I hope the Philebrity crew’s request to have me aboard isn’t an invitation to disaster on par with the time JFK said to Jackie, “You know, darling, instead of a limo, wouldn’t it be nice to ride through Dallas in a convertible?”
In short, I’ll do my best not to fuck it up. In the meantime, you can call me Maggie, Ms. Serota if you’re nasty.

This entry was posted on Monday, May 16th, 2005 at 6:58 am.