Dept. Of How In The Hell Did We Miss This? Or, The Secret Philebrity/CP Intern Wars
She told us this was coming, and for the longest time, like global warming, we ignored her. And we weren’t gonna say anything, BUT… For the last month or so, City Paper and Philebrity have been sharing an intern. (Eww, not like that, Grossbot!) And up until now, it’s kinda been the wife/mistress thing: We’d see CP in the supermarket and do the stiff upper lip and then quietly cry in the station wagon on the way home. But this week, you bastards at CP have gone a bit too far; they’ve done a photo spread with our Kelly White! Not cool, guys, although, to be fair, this is a lot more tasteful than the one we were thinking about that had Kelly drag-king’d as Tom Of Finland lording over Valania, who’d be dressed up like Rosie O’Donnell in that movie where she wears the leather bra and chains. Well, good on ya, CP: You beat us to the punch. For once.
CP: Impoverished Interns Live On $8 A Day And All The Promo CDs They Can Re-Sell
PS. We’re keeping Kelly, you bastards, but since Pia The Intern flaked and went over to The Fringe Festival, we are once again looking for interns. Send your resumes to TIPS [at] PHILEBRITY [dot] COM. We pay in humiliation and booze. College credit where applicable.
