From brothels (she discovered one in her NYC apartment building) and rapists (she’s scared of them; along with clowns, mimes, vans, Nellie Oleson, and meat, because she associates it with throwing up all night at her first co-ed slumber party) to tampons (which she lovingly calls vampire tea bags), she’s brutally honest. We’ll let her tell you about how she has been obsessed with sex since the age of twelve and how she now believes herself to be a gay man trapped in a woman’s body.
Then again, she does have a chapter devoted to the relatively tame subject of color name recommendations for Essie nail polish “Gondola Fondle” anyone? Okay, maybe not that tame.
If Kargman is as uncensored in real life as she is on the written page, the Sorrento Hotel’s Penthouse Symposium reading series either doesn’t know what it has coming at it, or it’s really, really inappropriately named. Tonight, February 17, at 6:30, we’ll know. The event, co-presented by Elliott Bay Books, is free, open to the public, and books will be available for purchase.
Let’s just see if she does the bit about one of her early jobs, working her way up the magazine ranks as an intern and assistant. At one, she wasn’t allowed breaks or food, and on one occasion, she had a tape dispenser thrown at her head: “not the clear plastic Scotch roll; I’m talking the office-supply-style, weighted, pull-‘n’-rip desktop kind.” We swear we don’t know anything about that kind of magazine office violence.