Jonah Hill, Quite Awesome Late Night Talk Show Guest.

I had a bout of the flu, and, naturally, have been catching more television than usual this week.  Sitcoms, reality shows, and talk shows have been in heavy rotation.

Turns out, Jonah Hill kind of rules.

As a guest on the late night talk show circuit, that is.  Who saw that coming?

(Jonah Hill, IMDB)

He’s funny, genuine, and always seems to have some kooky yet delightful anecdote pulled from his real life to impart upon a live and captivated audience.  Did anyone see his interview on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, particularly during guest Whitney Cummings’ segment? Best late night moment in ages.

His stint on The Late Show with Letterman? Charming – but, in a Jonah Hill way.

His manner of discourse, although with the faint echo of the slightest lisp, manages to flow with a natural kind of diction.  Sure, he’s not one of the heartthrobs shedding clothes in photo shoots like other actors of his generation, but he has another quality that is harder to come by than a pretty boy wonder; he speaks with an infectious energy, the stuff that charisma stands upon; when Jonah talks, people want to listen.  He’s engaging and accessible to people, with sharp comedic instincts to boot.

He’s snarky yet self-deprecating enough to be relatable and likable, an immensely difficult task as he’s a big enough star that wisecracking could be at the risk of alienating the audience, but instead his quips achieve approachability with effortless ingenuity.  From calling out Matthew Morrison and sharing tales of prankster Brad Pitt with Letterman to describing the experience of meeting Kate Middleton and calling Prince William a deadbeat on Conan.

I wonder how many people besides me have chalked up Jonah Hill as best celeb guest on late night talk shows.  I know I’m not the first to notice.

When I worked as a barista, there was a list of people you could call that were available to cover your shift.  If there was a list of Top Celebrities To Book As Late Night Talk Show Guests, or even a List of Back-Up Guests, he’d top mine at the moment.  You know what? Let me put that list together.  To begin with, at least…

Top Celebs To Book On Late Night Talk Shows.
They seem to smoothly manage entertaining a crowd, comedy, and improvisation.

1. Jonah Hill.
2. Zach Galifianakis. Because of his fun, offbeat, unpredictable antics.
3. Aziz Ansari.
4. Chelsea Handler. You never know what she’s going to say.
4. Justin Timberlake. He always dresses appropriately for the show, an added plus.

Heck, the guest-to-guest chemistry should be noted, too.  There’s always that inherent awkwardness when the second guest comes out and joins the couch with the first guest.  The second guest wants to use as much of the limited time as possible to banter with the host, promote whatever they’re there to promote, but also not completely ignore the first guest sitting there on the couch beside them.  Jimmy Fallon & Justin Timberlake could teach a class on the history of hip hop music.  Or something.  Or Jonah Hill could put together a manual for would-be guests on late night talk.

Best Guest-to-Guest Banter.
1. Kevin Hart. His visit with Shaq and Justin Timberlake on Leno was a total showstopper. (See the clip.)
2. Jonah Hill’s beef with Matthew Morrison (before some nice banter with Whitney Cummings) (see below) on Jimmy Fallon.
3. Bradley Cooper & Chris O’Dowd on Conan.


Ways For Men To Repel Women, Or, A Gentleman’s Basic Guide To All The Wrong Moves.

Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen.  It’s been awhile since my last post focusing solely on the dating and love and circles.  So – you’re welcome.  This topic came up in natural discourse, and, well, hopefully this will help, for gentleman suitors everywhere – or repel the dates you don’t want to want you, or show you what NOT to do when trying to impress.

*In all honesty, many of these items described are things that are not only what women find repulsive about men, but from people in general.  Yes – on a human level, common courtesy and respect always go a long way.  Anyhow, in no particular order:


  • Bad breath.  Women are sensitive to smell, and, no matter how cute the guy is, if he has bad breath, or any items of suspicious, noxious origin, she will, instinctively, back away.  Also – this can be indicative of bacteria.  So, subconsciously, via symbiosis, she may associate you with bacteria.
  • Constantly checking the phone. Inattentiveness reads rudeness.
  • Not paying attention.  When a woman asks a man a question, and he answers such that he clearly was not listening to anything she was talking about, it’s a major turn-off.
  • Braggarts. Women don’t want to hear a man go on and on about his accomplishments.  Or any person, for that matter.  Be confident, not an arrogant narcissist.
  • Too touchy-feely too soon.  (Duh.)
  • Shifty eye contact or constantly averting gaze. Comes off as shady or stemming from poor self confidence – and that, gentlemen, is a HUGE turn-off.
  • Eye contact doesn’t actually connect with ours.  When a guy is constantly looking over your shoulder, around the restaurant, the bar, wherever – it reads as douche-y.  Basically looking around the room is an indicator that the guy thinks he’s the shit and is looking around to see if anyone more important walked into the room.  Or when the guy is looking at your body and not into your eyes, it’s an obvious indicator of what’s on his mind.
  • Talking way the heck too much.  Gentlemen: Shut up.  Listen.  You have now increased your odds of getting to date #2 a bazillion percent.
  • Scratching yourself. We’ve all seen grown men do this in public – unacceptable on all counts, and a huge turn-off.
  • Nose-picking.  Go to the men’s room.  Use a tissue.
  • Not paying for the date. Probably the most potent and utterly repulsive move a man could make while on a date.  Stinginess when it comes to the bill isn’t about money; it’s always about courtesy.  (If I end up numbering these, I would put this at the top of the list.  I’m pretty independent – but this still counts – hey, Marisa Miller knows what I’m talking about.)
  • Taking the booth side while your date gets shoved with her purse into the chair. We always notice this.  It is a selfish and inconsiderate move.  Women like to be treated as ladies.
  • Being indecisive. Taking 20 minutes to decide on every aspect of your meal is frustrating.  Indecisiveness that renders a man impossible and ambivalent on things can be a tough cookie to swallow.  Especially when even he can’t decide which cookie he wants.  If a man can’t even make a decision regarding his meal, what else is he incapable of deciding upon?
  • Ask a woman for her weight, her age, or bra size. All off-putting, at the very least.
  • As far as fashion goes, there are many ways to lead with the wrong foot.  The above is one of them, as GQ has pointed out.  I suppose that would be an entirely separate post or GQ spread, however.
I have a feeling there may be more to add to this.

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That Time I Completely Snapped in Prague.

I’d long forgotten a certain memory I had stuffed into the corner of my proverbial trunk of memories I’d wished to forget and had secured with a heavy padlock.

And then I remembered.

It was one of those blisteringly cold evenings in Prague last year, sometime in December.  I had met with a few friends and then we had parted ways on one Saturday, and I had my mind set on finally checking out the Alfred Mucha & Salvador Dali exhibit which had been catching my eye.  It was visible every time we passed through one of the city’s main squares and tourist thoroughfare, near the famous clock.  I headed towards the little museum, over snow trodden ground, and after a long day of lesson planning, traipsing through the city and emerging down a dastardly hill from our villa.

And I did manage to get there.  There wasn’t even a line at the ticket booth.  The Czech ticket employee in the booth on the first floor facing the open square spoke no English.  I parlayed that I wanted to buy a ticket to see both the Dali and the Mucha exhibits.  Since I didn’t have enough cash, I decided to shell out my last few Czech crowns and then just grab some cash from the ATM, which the ticket employee had gestured was upstairs.  A few rushed and completely misunderstood exchanges later, I had parted ways with the ticket booth and went up the little staircase, only, found no ATM machine on the second floor, only the gift shop and a couple of elderly museum employees, that, thankfully, spoke English.  They asked for my ticket.  As soon as I heard the inquiry, the realization of misunderstood communication hit.

I trekked back down the stairs, and, since there was still no other patrons, went back to the same ticket booth employee.  I wanted my money back, so I could just pay for my ticket all on my credit card on the second floor, where they had a credit card machine (and no ATM, remember).  But, since I had no receipt or any proof that she had taken several hundred crowns from me, a flash of panic flashed inside of me.  She spoke no English.  I asked for my money back, beginning to gesture as well as I could.  Still she didn’t understand.  She was wearing these thick, almost goggle-like glasses that magnified her eyes on her face to everyone, a convex lens.  She just ranted off in Czech.  A few people started to line up behind me.  I began to get the sinking feeling that I was getting ripped off and she had pocketed the cash.

I could feel the blood running hot in my veins.  All of the past few weeks, months, of transitioning, frustration, feeling like a foreigner, being out of my comfort zone, the alienation of not only being a foreigner in a country, but a minority; the blistering cold (as mentioned, because, honestly, it is definitely worth emphasizing), the stone-faced reception from the locals, the daily trek up and down one treacherous bitch of a hill; it all came to a head at this particular moment, with this Czech ticket booth employee, on this evening.

Something inside me snapped.  Not sure what exactly it was, I was alone, and didn’t like the feeling of being ripped off in a touristy enclave, taken advantage of, or anything along those lines.  I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t let this offense just roll off my back, and sure as hell wasn’t going to be a pushover.  My guard instantly went up, and I started yelling.  I could feel my face redden and my blood start to pulse. The ticket employee was starting to get upset, nowhere near the level at which I was at, but, at least showed some sort of reaction.  I had a small audience now, as the line was forming behind me.  After I’d sufficiently created an embarrassing, woman-just-had-a-meltdown scene, the ticket lady slid back the cash I had given her, under the opening of the glass panel window.  I grabbed the cash and stormed my way up the stairs.

I was so upset, relaying the situation which had just transpired to the elderly museum employees on the second floor.  They talked to the ticket booth lady while I paced the lengths of the small gift shop, finally coming to some understanding – or something.

Something about – she thought I was paying the rest by credit card, but then the other employees had no way of knowing how much I had already paid, since she hadn’t given me a receipt.  To this day I don’t know what the booth lady could’ve thought that I was doing, or at least why she didn’t give me some proof of purchase to show her acknowledgment.

I never knew what it was like to be that person, making a scene in public.  Check.

Fortunately, I did manage to see both exhibits, though was mainly using the time and artwork to calm down.  I even snuck a photo.

Everybody has a breaking point.  What? I’m not an emotionless robot.


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