I’m interviewing the CNBC anchor/Amanda Drury gal-pal next week and, like some of her former colleagues have done in the past, she’s graciously agreed to answer some of your questions. Naturally I’m sure most of you would like to know if she has any tips to offer re: being a working mom but anything else?
Senator Chuck Grassley would like Lloyd Blankfein to please stand up, leave his nuclear balls behind and explain what the deal is with the ad Goldman placed in Politico about being “one of the principal underwriters of the “Build America Bonds” program.
Specifically, Grassley is interested in finding out whether “the big Wall Street investment banks being so involved in, and profiting from, the Build America Bonds program siphons off a lot of taxpayer dollars that are meant to help cities and states.”
Whenever I need advice on something, I like to go to an expert in the field. Protein shakes: Charlie Gasparino, ritual sacrifice: Lloyd Blankfein, foreign objects in ass: Ping Jiang, you get the idea. To that end, the last time I needed some real talk on love, I opened up my Rolodex and flipped through to ‘H’ for Hooker Fucker, Noted. I called up Eliot Spitzer and he gave it to me straight. I knew what his answer was going to be but I just need to hear him say it: “Love is steamrolling your opponents when they least expect it, which is to say, love is anal sex without a condom.” So I sort of surprised that, when the question was posed at him again by The Big Think, his answer was an insanely awkward and rambling “It’s one of these feelings that you sense when you meet somebody and there is a response that is different and is unique and is palpable. And it then changes over time…it becomes almost a dependence. And a sense of knowing somebody so well that you have merged as personalities, and know each other’s thoughts and there’s a comfort that is there, which is part of it, and equally important.” But, whatever! Maybe his first answer was what he told me, and then was pressed to elaborate.
Oh hell fuck yes. We’ve just learned (via Gawker) the joyous news that Time magazine is soliciting questions to throw at Bonfire of the Vanities author Tom Wolfe in an upcoming issue. Now is our chance. Trot on over to the site and submit any queries only the White-Suited One can answer. To get the ball rolling, here are few issues I’m sure we’ve all been wrestling with for a while. Feel free to use them as your own:
1. I’ve been tossing around the idea of a new wardrobe the basis of which is an albino color scheme. Problem is, I’m a total slob. I’ve noticed there’s nary a stain on you. Do you avoid dark beverages? Or is one of those handy Tide To Go sticks your secret weapon?
2. You appeared visibly drunk and as though you’d accidentally stumbled in a side door of the NYSE the morning Blackstone went public. Truth?
3. Do you own a sword cane?
4. I’ve recently been involved in a hit-and-run. I killed the guy which I don’t think would be that big a deal (definitely not the first time) but the problem is I dabble in drug usage and am most likely going to test positive for a hodgepodge of goodies (silly ‘Journal’ only nailing me for pot), which I don’t think the judge will look too kindly on. I lost my free legal counsel when I got canned from Mare Bearns so…any advice?
5. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Steve Cohen, Paul Tudor Jones, Warren Buffett.
Ask Tom Wolfe [Time]