Brett Berk

Americans generally hate small cars. But not me. Or at least, I don’t hate all of them. To that end, here’s a Vanity Fair piece I wrote on three diminutive new vehicles that caught my queer eye while I was stumbling around the floor of the LA Show.

This week’s episode did nearly everything wrong, but it still somehow managed to sort of work, at least in places. And one of those places, shockingly, was Gwyneth Paltrow. Check out my Glee-cap over at Vanity Fair for the full-spectrum treatment.

While in Los Angeles covering the Auto Show, I somehow managed to finagle an invitation to Jay Leno’s Big Dog Garage, the Burbank Airport-adjacent hangar in which he keeps his collection of over 100 incredible classic and contemporary vehicles. I walked around and snapped photos, so I could put together this slideshow of my ten favorites for my car column at Vanity Fair.

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.)