Tuesday, August 24, 2010

on behalf of women everywhere: KISS MY FATASS

Hollywood FUCKED Rule #2: I have two old friends who've been casting agents since the 70s. A few years ago, I sat in on a casting session with them for a project I was working on. As the endless line of hopeful young women passed through the room, I quickly became aware of the fact that they almost looked like children to me. I said this to my friend and he laughed bitterly and said...

"Honey, that's how they want 'em now -- so that's how we serve 'em up. It ain't about her IQ...it's about her FQ. In this fucking town, if a woman's over 30, she may as well be a HUNDRED."


1 comment:

  1. Not to worry. There will always be a market for the most haggard son of a bitch.

    Give a dude a few belts and he will marry a horse.

    I am walking proof of this. I was partying when I met the gnarly bastard. Then I had to hammer a 18 pack a day for 14 years.