Why I Love Vanity Fair

I love Vanity Fair magazine.  It’s sort of like Playboy sans naked.  It has nice pictures of beautiful people (most of them wearing clothes except for Miley Cyrus) but I buy it for the articles.  I get especially excited when it’s a “special issue” that weighs in at about 6 ½ pounds and has a tragic figure on the cover.  This month it’s Marilyn Monroe. (For the love of Pete, can’t we just let this poor woman be dead?) 

 

Since I often read magazines from back to front (could I be Japanese and not know it?) the first thing I do when I get my VF is go to the Proust Questionnaire.   Guess where it is?  This is my favorite section.  I, along with the 2 million other subscribers, get an intimate glimpse into the psyche of a celebrity.  I mean, who doesn’t want to know if Demi Moore would prefer to be reincarnated as an aspen tree or a drop of rain?   My hand is raised right now, for sure. 

 

Anyhoo, I thought I’d give this questionnaire business a test drive.  Here goes:

 

Which living person do you most admire?

I admire life in general, so I’d have to say just about everyone.

 

What, in your opinion, is the best rock band name of all time and why?

Cowboy Junkies, because it conjures so many confusing images in my brain like people with an unhealthy obsession to Tex Ritter songs or lasso-throwing ranch hands that look like Amy Winehouse.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Relaxed, but a little hungry.

 

Who would you most like to stalk if it weren’t so disturbing and illegal?

Joel and Ethan Coen.  I’d love to do that Being-John-Malkovich-mind-portal thing if I could get close enough.  

 

How would you like to die?

What a stupid fucking question!  I DO NOT want to die. Where did you get that ridiculous notion!

 

What is your greatest fear?

Death, you dumb ass.  See above.

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sharon matthams
sharon matthams
September 24, 2008 3:46 pm

Julie,
I brought that damn magazine (all 10 pounds of it!) to Italy…
I still haven’t had time to read a word of it…..and now I HAVE to leave it behind. It’s either pack the magazine or pack the beautiful handbags and scarves and boots……you know what wins!
The darn airlines are so strict with the weight of bags….but they still let 400 pound passengers sit next to me on airplanes. Go figure!

How was the ‘movie meeting’?

Returning Saturday, can’t wait to catch up.
I am loving your blog!
Hugs…Sharon

Sara Jane
Sara Jane
October 6, 2008 12:37 am

One of the saddest moments was when I had quit my choir to be a home with my newborn and I found out they were going to sing in this concert for Africa with the Cowboy Junkies. What a kick in the ass. There was never anything cool when I was in the choir. I leave to be with my infant and they go and sing with the Cowboy Junkies. Plus, I don’t even think half of them knew how fucking lucky they were. Jerks.