3 Minutes With Brad
Brad Pitt may have sustained an injury during the filming of his new movie, "Troy," but I sustained an injury during the viewing of the film.
Brad Pitt may have sustained an injury during the filming of his new movie, "Troy," but I sustained an injury during the viewing of the film.
I can\’t explain it any better than this. I think I\’ve lost my mojo.
What little style I have, it\’s being cramped. New York will do that to you. My toaster is the perfect metaphor for life in the Not-Big-Enough Apple.
I used to want things. One day, I realized the seven pairs of Puma sneakers and the Pottery Barn rug and the 8-pound \”Columbia
Encyclopedia,\” those were just things to pack, and I didn\’t want them anymore.
Women love bad boys. Nice guys finish last.
Welcome to the most damaging and far-flung myth ever to hit the dating world.
Moses begged God\’s forgiveness for 40 days and 40 nights, Kobe Bryant\’s going on at least that long plus a $4 million sorry ring. We all have our ways of expressing remorse, but what are we buying with our flowers, phone calls and fine jewelry? Maybe the more observant among us are trying to be \”inscribed in the book of life,\” to obey strict talmudic laws, but people like me, we just want to feel okay about ourselves. We\’d like our names erased from the Book of Guilt.
What is it like to be one of People Magazine\’s 50 Most Beautiful People? I have no idea.
I\’m drinking at a bar called the Dirty Horse on Hollywood Boulevard. Well, that\’s not the real name but I never got a look at the sign and that name seemed right.
I walk into each new hotel room, look at it suspiciously, shake its clammy hand and gingerly put my suitcase down.
I have no dating advice. None. I won\’t suggest clever phrasing for your personal ad or how to choose a photo to post on JDate. I\’m not an expert on any of these things, but without bragging, I will admit I\’m truly excellent at one thing: how not to date.