Yesterday I went to the LA Observed party at the Formosa, with the help of Veronique, of LA Now/Here in Malibu blogging fame. There were some bloggers there I recognized — host Kevin Roderick and Michael Schneider from Franklin Avenue, for instance. Just like the old days! Except there were lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of other people there, too. Lots more than back in 2006.
I had just introduced Laurie Pike (LA Magazine) to Denise Hamilton (LA Noir) when a woman pulled me aside. She’d been staring at me. “Are you,” she asked, “Are you that comedienne? With the TV show?”
“No,” I said, “thanks, but no, I don’t have a TV show.”
“Oh.” She looked skeptical. “You have very good posture. Like her.”
For a moment, I was flattered. Imagine, me, with a TV show! But — which comedienne did she mean? Not Mary Tyler Moore — too tall. Not Lucille Ball — too dead. Oh… wait.
Let me just say that I am not now, nor have I ever been, Kathy Griffin.
Ms. Griffin has proved to be a small point of cultural contention with a few pals. (I take the con view. They take the pro view.) But I have likewise, much to my surprise, been accused of having very good posture. So perhaps I too am secretly Kathy Griffin.