Author: Brett

The Los Angeles Auto Show is upon us. And by us, I mean me and 3000 other automotive journalists, who have come to town in search of free booze, free food, the fawning attentions of sycophantic Public Relations professionals. And cars. And by cars, in my case, I mean the Bentley Mulsanne, which I put the screws to for a few minutes–time enough to write this manifesto for Vanity Fair.

The Glee Christmas Album, like Glee itself, (and like Christmas itself) loops past treacly to approach astonishing. Should you buy it? The only way to answer this question is to read my review of the record over at Vanity Fair. You will never think about eggnog the same way again!

Good News: I drove a Chevrolet Volt extended-range electric vehicle from New York City to Detroit with my rockstar younger brother.

Bad News: It came equipped with a nerdy engineer.

Silver Lining: Hilarious VIDEO!

Check out the review, and the short vid “Stumping a Chevy Volt Engineer” over at what should be your only source for all things automotive: Vanity Fair.

Stick Shift–my automotive alter-ego over at Vanity Fair–asks and answers the titular question above by driving three, big, flagship vehicles (a German, a Indian/Brit, and a Korean) and comparing them, using metrics never before seen in an automotive road test. I guarantee that you will be as surprised, titillated, and terrified by the results as you are by the article in general. All you have to do is click here.

Another week, another episode of Glee in which the football coach becomes the object of ejaculate-opposing anti-fantasies, the bad boy sings reggae with the wheelchair guy, and the gay kid gets sexually assaulted by a big, sweaty football player. And another opportunity for me to write all about it for Vanity Fair.

Darren Criss joins the cast of Glee tonight as Blaine (yes, just one name) a “composed” gay from a rival school. Since I write Vanity Fair‘s Gay Guide to Glee, I was pretty much required to give him a call. We discussed bear wrestling, singing genitals, and coming out as straight. Sadly, the caroling penises part got cut for length. But you can read the rest of it here.

There’s nothing scary about a windowless, white van, right? So you don’t have to be afraid of this custom Mercedes Sprinter. Until you click on the link and see what it has inside. (And no, it’s not stained wall-to-wall carpeting and a kiddie sized leather sling. It’s worse. Much worse.)

Step 1: Borrow Ferrari

Step 2: Drive to Buffalo

Step 3: Get Challenged to Street Race by New York City Traffic Cop

(Step 4: Read all about it in my big gay car column, Stick Shift, over at Vanity Fair.)

As a child development expert, early childhood educator, youth researcher, and Vanity Fair‘s marginally-official Online Fun & Faggy Editor, I examine all this recent grotesquerie around anti-gay harassment in schools to ask and answer the non-rhetorical question: Would Kids Be Such Incorrigible Bullies if the Adults Around Them Weren’t Such Intolerant Ass-Hats?

I know a little bit about a whole bunch of things–kids, cars, politics, trashy dance movies. What I don’t know about, is baseball. So my friends and I over at Vanity Fair thought it would be fun for us to talk about it, since (apparently) the World Series starts today. And guess what? They were right. I now have a new favorite team. And a new favorite turtle catcher. Check out our conversation here.