If someone offered you a job writing an advice column for the New York Times, would you give up your anonymity?
Hell no, nor would I have to. Bill Keller knows how to keep a secret. Not that it matters, because the Old Gray Lady is far too dignified to get caught doing lines with a west coast bitch like me.
And really? A Times column? Let’s dream bigger, people. I love the printed word as much as the next girl with a blog, but this is Hollywood. My anonymity is worth a helluva lot more than a mid-level salaried position in an industry that’s circling the drain.
Shit, dude. If we’re gonna get hypothetical about revealing my identity, at least offer me back end points on a syndicated television series. Mama’s got her eye on a little airstream trailer in Malibu.