Rachel Profiling

Hello, I'm Rachel.

Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.

Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.

If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.

The revival of Lilith Fair sounds dangerous and not so down with Naomi Klein-ology:

“If I happened to be a user of o.b.’s line of feminine protection, I certainly could have gotten my money’s worth. I could have loaded handfuls of tampons and pads into a free Chevrolet tote bag, then filled out a survey to score a $5 Starbucks gift card. I could have layered in a few dozen snack-size Luna Bars, and washed them down with endless amounts of Crystal Light in my Lilith-branded Nalgene bottle while sitting in the shade from the ABC Music Lounge or the Yamaha gear tent. If the shade wasn’t enough, I could have swiped on some free Degree antiperspirant, or smoked a pack of free Camels. “

Let’s all remember the better days*.

(*This is technically a performance from Jools Holland. W/evs.)

Posted at 11:51pm.

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