If anything I say offends you, please don’t fucking tweet it because it’s going to really stress me out.
Lena Dunham at the Jewish Museum’s Purim Ball.
Every time I render a skin-on chicken breast or thigh, I save the fat and make it into ice cubes. Well, fat cubes, technically.
A preview of tomorrow’s Chosen Eats
column on schmaltz, by Mari Levine, for JewishBoston.com.
I have a really great butch-femme romantic sex comedy that I’ve been writing. It’s just a question of timing—is the world ready for it? It’s kind of in the Woody Allen, Judd Apatow mode. Because, you know, butches, right? Butches face a lot of the same challenges that Jewish guys face.
Filmmaker Kimberly Peirce, neatly summarizing my social circles, in an interview by Diane Anderson-Minshall for The Advocate.
I wanted it to be a book where the parents being gay is not “the problem.” I know it’s hard for a lot of people in a lot of places, but that really hasn’t been my experience or my family’s experience, and it hasn’t been the case for a lot of my friends, too. Our kids have regular kid problems.