Here is Rob Lowe on JFK Jr., whom he greatly admired, from the first chapter of Stories I Only Tell My Friends: “Sometimes he and I would both appear on those shameful lists of ‘Hunks.’ (Could there be a more degrading or, frankly, gross word than ‘hunk’? Hunk of what? Hunk of wood? Hunk of cheese? Yikes!)” Nice humblebrag.
—Emma Straub, in “Literally the Best Thing Ever: Movie-Star Memoirs” (from the 09/12/2012 “Rookie” mag.)
I told Fred he could stay in the car. But he insisted on joining me out on the wet, muddy grass, tolerating not only the elements but a typical dog-park lady who overshared about her pair of jacket-clad whippets.
—Carrie Brownstein, on meeting her [likely, apparently, one-would-guess] “TASK COMPANION” in a dog-park, for a dog-walk, one day (as quoted in “Stumptown Girl: An indie-rock star satirizes hipster culture, on Portlandia.” by Margaret Talbot, in the January 2, 2012 issue of The New Yorker)