Before working at The Frisky, I spent a few years writing for both music magazines and gossip mags. And it was funny, because the people you’d think I’d get nervous to talk to, I didn’t necessarily, while others left me sweaty palmed and dry mouthed. Michel Gondry? We joked around and took a bunch of stupid snapshots. Me and Andrew WK had a life-changingly good chat. And I once took comedians Michael Ian Black, Michael Showalter and David Wain to a frat party and it was totally fun. But when I had the chance to meet Blake Schwarzenbach from the band Jawbreaker, I ran away from him because i was afraid I was going to say something really stupid.
This is all to say that fandom and idol worship is completely relative and weird and individualistic. And so it was when I spotted tiny, adorable, and completely incredible Tavi Gevinson out front of the Ace Hotel the other day. I love her. I admire her. And I totally fanned out on her. Keep reading »