Category: General & Random

Now with an apology, an elaborate explanation, and a single-word edit.
Also, an official statement on the issue from Vanity Fair.

I talk to one of my favorite Stick Shift subjects, the incredibly brave Erin Davies, about the heinous desecration of her rainbow-liveried VW Beetle, the FagBug. Read all about it at Vanity Fair.

I talk with amazing and talented singer Neko Case for Vanity Fair, and discover why she’s really giving up her classic 1967 Cougar.

Absence, and/or abstinence, makes the heart grow fonder.
Full Glee-cap at Vanity Fair.

The tables are turned, the universe is inverted, and Bizarro Superman takes over. In other words, I am the interviewee in this piece at The NYLA Report.

I continue to offer sacrifices to Printus, the god of magazines. And he continues to reward me with the successes occasioned by devotion his Capybara-headed/insect bodied icon. To wit: another piece in Vanity Fair magazine, this one on the incredible new Ferrari FF. Click the image below to see a crappy scan, or go buy the magazine on the newsstand, you cheap bitch.

The Fiat 500 is the vehicular equivalent of attending a 6:00 a.m. spinning class while drinking Diet Red Bull and blasting “Hold it Against Me” on a bedazzled iPod Touch. Find out why by reading my review of the wee Italo-Mexican roller skate over at Vanity Fair.

Anna Faris is my second-favorite actress. She’s also the star of the new, 80s rom-com Take Me Home Tonight. I interviewed her for Vanity Fair, and we discussed all the important topics: feminist film theory, universal bisexuality, seeing movies high, and co-star Topher Grace’s scary obsession with Star Wars figurines.

All this talk about the Trident brand reminded me of this classic video debate I made with Eddie Alterman a few years back “What is the Sexuality of the Maserati Quattroporte?” It never stops giving.

My four-part series, Vehicular Cures for the February Blahs, caps off its snow-blowing season at Vanity Fair just in time for the Oscars, with this Maserati convertible, which we officially crown as the automotive inverse of Colin Firth.