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Nancy and Sarah welcome Ethan “crackerjack mouth” Strauss back to Smoke ‘Em for round three, this time inspired by his recent piece about a fake 49ers player who scammed scores of women out of more than a million dollars. Dark? Yes. Also hilarious, in terms of perpetrator Daejon Love’s come ons, e.g., telling women his family owned part of the Gucci store “on Saks Fifth Avenue.”
They also talk Ethan’s recent “get that nose to the grindstone, kids” piece about making money in sports media, how to help your aging parents not get scammed, and whether anyone on the panel cares what people think of them. (Spoiler: 1.5 yes/1.5 no.)
Also discussed:
* Katie Herzog retools her addition to help others
* “Unnecessary cleavage”
* Ethan as Chuck Klosterman of the week
* Daejon Love is nowhere near as hot as Napoleon
* “I was a white girl on Tinder”
* “Necessity is the motherf**ker of invention.”
* Some love for The Gift of Fear
* The iPhone as elder abuse
* Cary Grant, anyone? Anyone?
Plus, football as an old-fashioned striptease, baseball as a good sport to do your taxes to, why Gen Alpha likes golf best, and much more!
Oh hello, Sarah’s upcoming book is AN OPRAH PICK! Buy it now xx
Memoirist Hepola returns after her acclaimed recovery memoir, Blackout, with a wickedly lovable account of three lost loves: a married man, a younger man, and a New Orleans cop she once believed was the man of her dreams. The title arrives when she phones the married guy for advice about dealing with his 29-year-old successor. “I’m scared I only want what I can’t have,” she tells the ex. “Oh baby,” he replies, “It’s the only thing there is to want.” This line feels to Hepola like a skeleton key to her existence, unlocking the surprising amount of pleasure (not to mention the very good stories) one can find on the path of an apparently hopeless quest. Hepola’s self-deprecating candor and perfectly paced storytelling make this book anything but the boohoo-fest you might imagine. Possibly the perfect gift for a friend going through a breakup.
About that unnecessary cleavage…
